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**Frownland** · 06-06-2017, 03:49 PM

As far as the whole package of flow, lyricism, and charisma, El-P is my favourite rapper. However, since I place what might be an unfair amount of value on the lyrics in hip hop, Billy Woods will probably always be my favourite rapper.

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Facing existential threats, my advice, kill ‘em dead
No regrets, the devil’s rejects
Writ large. Observe the precepts of a benevolent god
Blue-eyed Prometheans in the heart of darkness.
Land of the monsters. Walk like Quetzalcoatl amongst the conquered
Dick hard. Put myself in the stars
This woman in the dirt, face down, ass up, doing God’s work
Go native, the world is yours. (It’s mine, it’s mine, it’s mine)
The sound of Maxim guns still sends a chill up my spine
Empire of the Sun never sets, a Christian’s duty is never done
You can bet on significant returns to all shareholders
King Solomon's mines, just give me a hundred experienced soldiers
The knowledge of good and evil, sweet nothings whispered by cobras
Useless baubles given to greedy chiefs
Lies told with the practiced ease of an old thief
When they hung the poor nigga, I felt a certain relief

(No time for discretion...[yelling] I think I'm gonna run out of bullets before they run out of spears.)

Take up your burden, the savage wars of peace;
Fill full the mouth of famine and bid the sickness cease;
And when your goal is nearest, the end for others sought
Watch sloth and heathen folly bring all your hopes to nought

Gold ill-gotten with guts and gleaming Martini-Henry Guns
With that holy trinity, who can argue my divinity under two red suns
Return like Kipling’s dead son, summoned by monkey paw
A thousand Philistines slain with a donkey’s jaw
Gave them the rule of law, schools, roles, jobs, clothes and shod
Still, they fled to the land of Nod
Eden’s East, upon his brow mark of the Beast
Empire fat like a cow slaughtered for the feast
The stink of a jackal’s teeth
The gears of war get greased, ground ‘em down to raw meat
Whites of the eyes, limpet mines
An Apartheid of the mind, Brittania’s corpse exhumed
Hangnail still growing, Dr. Livingston I presume
Blood river still flowing
The forest inexorably growing as Kinshasa crumbles
The dreams of Romans drowned out by Nyiragongo's rumble

Take up your burden, the savage wars of peace;
Fill full the mouth of famine and bid the sickness cease;
And when your goal is nearest, the end for others sought
Watch sloth and heathen folly bring all your hopes to nought