Born in Washington, DC, Billy Woods (stylized as billy woods) is a rapper b… Read Full Bio ↴Born in Washington, DC, Billy Woods (stylized as billy woods) is a rapper based out of New York City. He has also lived in Zimbabwe, Jamaica, and Maryland. Billy Woods is a member of the Super Chron Flight Brothers with Priviledge, Armand Hammer with Elucid, and The Reavers supergroup.
His mother was an English literature professor from Jamaica. His father was a Ph.D. Marxist writer, active in the Zimbabwe War of Liberation and then a member of the government in Zimbabwe. In 1980, the family moved to Zimbabwe. After the death of Woods' father, they returned to the United States in 1989. Woods briefly attended Howard University before getting involved in New York City's hip-hop scene. He started making music in the late 1990s. He wrote his "first real rhyme" at a laundromat in Kennebunk, Maine in 1997.
Billy Woods released his debut solo album, Camouflage, on his record label Backwoodz Studioz in 2003. In 2012, he released History Will Absolve Me. In 2013, he released Dour Candy, which was entirely produced by Blockhead. In 2017, he released Known Unknowns. It was included on Rolling Stone's "15 Great Albums You Probably Didn't Hear in 2017" list. In 2019, he released a collaborative album with producer Kenny Segal, titled Hiding Places, and a solo album, Terror Management. 2020 brought Brass, a collaborative album with Moor Mother. Woods released Aethiopes and Church in 2022. On May 5th 2023 Woods released Maps , second collaborative album with producer Kenny Segal.
His mother was an English literature professor from Jamaica. His father was a Ph.D. Marxist writer, active in the Zimbabwe War of Liberation and then a member of the government in Zimbabwe. In 1980, the family moved to Zimbabwe. After the death of Woods' father, they returned to the United States in 1989. Woods briefly attended Howard University before getting involved in New York City's hip-hop scene. He started making music in the late 1990s. He wrote his "first real rhyme" at a laundromat in Kennebunk, Maine in 1997.
Billy Woods released his debut solo album, Camouflage, on his record label Backwoodz Studioz in 2003. In 2012, he released History Will Absolve Me. In 2013, he released Dour Candy, which was entirely produced by Blockhead. In 2017, he released Known Unknowns. It was included on Rolling Stone's "15 Great Albums You Probably Didn't Hear in 2017" list. In 2019, he released a collaborative album with producer Kenny Segal, titled Hiding Places, and a solo album, Terror Management. 2020 brought Brass, a collaborative album with Moor Mother. Woods released Aethiopes and Church in 2022. On May 5th 2023 Woods released Maps , second collaborative album with producer Kenny Segal.
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Billy Woods Lyrics
Get out the kitchen
Cookin' in this mother fucker right now
Crack a crustacean
Garlic butter and shallots in the basin
Weak line, cook serve Olive Garden patrons
Me? I'd rather rule in hell, sautés for Satan
Work Vikings, gristle on the apron
Hold down my station
Small potatoes like 7-Elevens
And gas stations
Masked (mast) up, I can afford to be gasfacin'
Spit like a wine tastin'
Bust Mr Wayne, pistol-whip Dick Grayson
Never panic, walk patient
Pick up the shell casings
Leave microphone chalk tracings
Run Ds MCs like Jam Master Jason
And live forever in headphones and basements
Hahaha! You're so dumb, you don't even see
The riches you're treading on with
Your own feet! Hahaha!
Home Run Kings
Rumor mill says our mics' corked
Big green monsters get sparked for sport
Soundclashes get (fought?)
Smoke clears, stick em with the fork
Still tender, three day bender
Bloody diamonds never lost they splendor
Go postal, Any beef: return to sender
Spin doctor, sick style-blender
Ill puree, over your head, skill toupée
Tattered fatigues with the knockoff AK
Third World classics like military coups
And better shooting thru plastics
Automatics for the people
Howardson's for the sequel
Shoot till we equal
I made my bed but have no intention
Of lying in it till I'm dead
Blood scratching his head like
"I ain't hear a word you said"
That's okay money grip, just
Pass the Lambsbread, Honey-dipped
(finna stay out of jail? Alright here you go)
How to stay out of jail: The simple answer
Don't break the law
But since you're black that'll only
Get you so far
Better idea: Don't smoke in the car
And if you do? Stash the hunk in your shoe
Don't listen to your crew
They always get locked
Fuck can they tell you?
Another thing: Cops come, you better run
It's not important if you dirty or not son
Chances are somebody with you got
Weed or a gun and if they get away
Bo's gon' clamp you anyway
On some shit like, "Oh
That's how you wanna play?" cuffed up
Crackers all in your drawers all day
Trust me, that'll ruin your day
Epecially when they say
"You fitting the description"
Welcome to the system
Cookin' in this mother fucker right now
Crack a crustacean
Garlic butter and shallots in the basin
Weak line, cook serve Olive Garden patrons
Me? I'd rather rule in hell, sautés for Satan
Work Vikings, gristle on the apron
Hold down my station
Small potatoes like 7-Elevens
Masked (mast) up, I can afford to be gasfacin'
Spit like a wine tastin'
Bust Mr Wayne, pistol-whip Dick Grayson
Never panic, walk patient
Pick up the shell casings
Leave microphone chalk tracings
Run Ds MCs like Jam Master Jason
And live forever in headphones and basements
Hahaha! You're so dumb, you don't even see
The riches you're treading on with
Your own feet! Hahaha!
Home Run Kings
Rumor mill says our mics' corked
Big green monsters get sparked for sport
Soundclashes get (fought?)
Smoke clears, stick em with the fork
Still tender, three day bender
Bloody diamonds never lost they splendor
Go postal, Any beef: return to sender
Spin doctor, sick style-blender
Ill puree, over your head, skill toupée
Tattered fatigues with the knockoff AK
Third World classics like military coups
And better shooting thru plastics
Automatics for the people
Howardson's for the sequel
Shoot till we equal
I made my bed but have no intention
Of lying in it till I'm dead
Blood scratching his head like
"I ain't hear a word you said"
That's okay money grip, just
Pass the Lambsbread, Honey-dipped
(finna stay out of jail? Alright here you go)
How to stay out of jail: The simple answer
Don't break the law
But since you're black that'll only
Get you so far
Better idea: Don't smoke in the car
And if you do? Stash the hunk in your shoe
Don't listen to your crew
They always get locked
Fuck can they tell you?
Another thing: Cops come, you better run
It's not important if you dirty or not son
Chances are somebody with you got
Weed or a gun and if they get away
Bo's gon' clamp you anyway
On some shit like, "Oh
That's how you wanna play?" cuffed up
Crackers all in your drawers all day
Trust me, that'll ruin your day
Epecially when they say
"You fitting the description"
Welcome to the system
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