Mouth ​clipping. (Ft. Black Mushroom & Chinaka Hodge)

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]
Somebody barking at the moon, let the dogs loose
Hunt to kill, they motherfucking jaws loose
They talking out they neck, they need a long noose
And a strong tree branch, angle obtuse
See, they think they heavy, think they talking weight
Like they revolution-ready, wanna storm the gates
Like they gonna take the food off the massa plate
While the massa watch they efforts and he masturbate
Getting off, a sadist hard to satiate
Emaciated, make the maître d' bring him another plate
Shifting in they seat, talking that earthquake
Shake it 'til she drop it like they yelling it's her birthday
Go girl, go boy, go get it
Ammunition, lock it, load it, drop it
Buy it, crack it, pour it, sniff it
Courage in a vial for your movement, get into it
Cause the whole world wanna see you move it

[Hook: Diggs]
It's the real hip-hop
Where the real get shot
How you feel, trick stop
Fuck your feelings
That's where killers get made
Motherfuckers wanna talk, but if you ain't saying "thanks"
Shut your mouth