The Drownings at Nantes (French: Noyades de Nantes) were a series of mass executions by drowning during the Reign of Terror in Nantes, France, that occurred between November 1793 and February 1794. During this period, anyone arrested and jailed for not consistently supporting the Revolution, or suspected of being a royalist sympathizer, especially Catholic priests and nuns, was cast into the Loire and drowned on the orders of Jean-Baptiste Carrier, the representative-on-mission in Nantes. Before the murders ceased, as many as four thousand or more people, including innocent families with women and children, lost their lives in what Carrier himself called "the national bathtub."
Catholic clergy and émigrés had been victims of angry pro-republican violence and forced deportations by sans-culottes since the Decree of 17 November 1791 went into force. However, it was the Law of Suspects (French: Loi des suspects) approved by the National Convention of the French First Republic on 17 September 1793 that swept the nation with "revolutionary paranoia". This decree defined a broad range of conduct as suspicious in the vaguest terms, and did not give individuals any means of redress.
[Mastamind]
I'm wonderin should I and how could I
Escape from the planet of the apes
Gorilla meister, suicide's quicker
But I'd rather beat the killer dead then dead
Nigga body bled, red flows through the river
When dead men float but I step through the smoke in Heaven
It's no emergency whatsoever, so never apologetic
It's hectic and devilish in the killin fields
Gone take more than Michael Jackson to make the world heal
I'm ill, so many wish for my death I feel I'm suicidal
But I don't mess all what they want me to do is die
So ressurect the show from related chemicals
Mad science count it down as it rolls and it blows
It's me, tickin time bomb walkin freely
Through any facility, ain't no killin me
[CHORUS x4]
Niggaz kill me, they wanna kill me
They fuckin with the real in me
They wanna see the ill me
Niggaz kill me hopin my futures lookin dim
I just go with the flows movement of dead men don't swim
Plus my religion, never livin in fear
Need a witness leave one of these bitches, with chicks to volunteer
To fuck with me never fuck with me, what it be
I'm ready to die, my life is just a luxury
Defended be defenseless, sweat by the minutes
I'm sick, never drownin in my own shit
Do or die, you came to fry, you justify
Sticky for the niggaz who do voodoo in the sky
This game of death we play is for killas only
And its a bitch, these bustas runnin up on me
[CHORUS]
Look it, behavior sins tales to the cowardly
Stiff enough to break in half, break off every worker on the staff
Your last days is numbered by my wicked ways
I hate to say it, but every step wrong ya stepped into a grave
It never ceased to amaze me
I gotta X every nigga who thought you lookin at? You all a crazy
Dead men walkin through the grave zone
I'm sick of waitin for death like I got the wrong colors on
This ain't Killa Cali, Detroit is where I'm from
Next gangbangin ass nigga to claim my hood won't live to see the sun
Never thought I'd have to step in the middle a war on my block
Killa murder plot, fuck it you