Nekima Levy-pounds Talking:

"Yo I gotta get something off my chest.
There's too many brothers out here
Letting the system use You to kill each other.
We in the middle of a Movement"


Verse 1 ( BLK Man N. 1) :

1, 2, 12.5 Mill
Ancestors, descendants
Generations that got erased
and add that up still
we plot and kill
Oh what a thrill
Remember it's a marathon
Watch your pace and be patient
Growing up got stone cold as our corpses piled up
Head to Capital hill with a mask and glove oozied up
Door locked, kick it down
And every floor we moving up
Don't know what Ya'll thought this is, You know it aint no fooling us!
Hit Your 3rd eye with an arrow
from a bow
that I grabbed From an ancestor I didn't know
until Now
She wiped the sweat off my brow, said You reap what you Sow
The devils lurking, pull back the curtain, Aint all glitter and Gold
Witnessing a cold war that's getting hot
Ancestors died to stop the plot from thickening
But it flipped again.
Again and again. Again and again
But thats the systems that we dealing with
Can't be tripping my friend
So it give it time
Mind and Soul intertwine
Conscious improvement, feel the movement of the people in Your spine
Wipe the crust from Your 3rd eye
Watch the sun beams rip through the sky
Unplug from all that bullshit give Yourself some peace of mind

Chorus (X1) (OGCIC):

Talking bout Body Count, Body count, Body count
Telling em' put the guns down cause All of their Bodies count, bodies count, bodies count
Tired of my brothers and sisters lives adding into the Body count

Verse 2 ( Farr Well ) :

More Death and war Pains
Earthquake impact, feel it in the worst way
The City named the 9th of May a Holiday
It's Kirk day
The love is real we all sad
It's hard to heal with picked scabs
Chips stacked against blacks
Might change Penn to Prince Ave
Lost Andrew Thomas; lost Jamar Clark the shits bad
Kicked it with the rift wrath
Talk slick Your lips slashed
The Ku-Klux clan couldn't do shit to Khem clan
System big mad
Laying traps down to purge the land
Chem trails down Lyndale
The devil had a perfect plan
Might smile and shake Your hand
It's hard to grow when the struggles all you know
I used to live at Mary Jo's wearing hand-me-down clothes
Watched my Father Smoke dope and Pimp Hoes
God knows
This aint the life that I chose
Summers hot up in them inner-Cities
Pinching pennies, 9 millies
Now It's time to Lynch Willie
Get gritty, we aint friendly
It's just a crises of Identity
They wiped Your memory
Your brothers not Your enemy
It's just a crises of Identity
They wiped Your memory
Your brothers not Your enemy
Soon You'll See..

Chorus (X1)

Body Count, Body Count, Body Count
Body count, body count, body count, body count
(I see I see)
Tired of laying all these black bodies out
(The community needs WE)
Voices all up in my head, voices all up in my head,
(It aint going to be easy)
Voices all up in my head because of the Body count
(I pray the ancestors will lead WE)
Cant even hardly sleep, can't even hardly breathe, can't even hardly see because of the body count.
(We know they'll never Leave)

Say..Say..
Say say say say

Verse 3 (OGCIC) :
Sayyyyy

Rest in Peace to Q the Black smith
Futuristic flow I'll never leave You in the past tense
I still don't understand what happened
They tazed Your body in the snow
I missed some facts I sure would like to know about the Body Count
Rest in peace to Robin Springfield
Gone a decade plus don't even seem real
Got so many things to You I wanna say
Cause of You, Super-negro I don't trust chicks when I meet em till this day
That Dang Body Count
They killed my homie Tariq
All I do is reflect on the last time we got to speak
Everything aint what it seems
You lost Your life
Working a second job
Just to send your baby boy to D
That dang body count
They killed my homie Jerome
and Aint nobody do no hashtags, too close to home
But I will never let You go fam.
Rest in peace to K Mills
Camden lions till the end
I get chills describing how I feel
This Body Count, Violence is tiring
Brother on brother, sister on sister
Rest In Peace Ray, your family miss ya
Rest in Peace Sandra Bland, Jamar Clark, Tamir Rice,
It's time we take a stand
Me, I been running from the spot light like an infrared beam
Body Count so haunting I have nightmares instead of dreams
Not to mention organ Trafficking
All these missing children snatched away from Their families
Too many murders, guess I'm a conspiracy theorist
corrupt country we live, flesh susceptible to spirits
High wicked things
Numerous in the hood like Chicken Wings
The mental health dang near as bad as the Body Count
Post Traumatic on the stress levels
Constantly re-opening wounds, I rebuke the devil
**************** Evoke to manifest
******* Each coming day the Body Count will be less

Bridge/Chorus (X1)
Talking Body Count, Body Count, Body Count
They keep laying these Black bodies out
I'm trying to tell em that they Bodies Count
I'm Tired of the Body Count
It's like Everyday
Another Life Goes away to the Body Count
Voices in my head
Voices in my head.

Verse 4 ( Nekima Levy-Pounds ):

Will I survive Life in the Hood?
Yo its a real thriller
The Real killer? White Supremacy is iller
Than any drug dealer,
standing on the corner
Can't get no realer
Than an enemy rolling up on ya
Peep game, recognize game, peep the game they playing
Like Russian Roulette they got our Brothers out here Slaying
Ready to take a life, pulling guns on some nonsense
Instead of taking a wife and making Life feel heaven sent
Don't make no sense
Instead of busting back, bust this!
We gotta rise up until we get Justice!
We gotta fight for what's right aint no doubt
So put down Your Weapons and SHUT DOWN THIS BODY COUNT!

BODY COUNT, BODY COUNT, BODY COUNT, BODY COUNT...

OGCIC talking:

"You want to talk about Body Count?
You want to talk about it as an accountant?
Or do You want to talk about it as an economist?
Because an accountant just counts the numbers.
But an Economist accounts for the hidden costs.
So it's not just the life that was lost.
It was the life that took it, it was his Mother.
It was the child who's life was lost Mother and Father, their sisters and brothers, their friends..
The mental health deficit in our community is greater than the actual and literal Body Count.
Because even in slavery, they killed one to send a message to the others.
So if You're talking about the Body Count.
Come on man, enough is enough.
We're far from minorities but at this rate we'll justify the title.
Body Count."