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An old school hip-hop head with a futuristic flow & unique style.
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Genre
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Peak #4,362
Peak in subgenre #2,228
Author
Chuckie
Uploaded
September 04, 2005
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Racism for hire, they actions affirmative
Confirming in fact that they lack, in what courage is..
Hiding behind a badge, behind a flag..
That want to make them out as being the majority doing bad..
But its target practice, rearranging true statistics
Another form of the Jim Crow, can I get a witness…?
Sadistic, maneuvers, proving the system’s wicked
It’s sick, 666 times stricken..
With sin…….heavy legislative pens..
Encourage, them to follow & fuck, innocent men..
Slick, loophole writing for the cops not abiding
& you wonder why it’s igniting? inviting all the fighting?
Please…stand back and reverse the roles..
Even though, my shoes aint attached to them souls…(soles)
I see the landscape laid by the devil…
& understand why some angels is quick to switch to rebels..
Whip, off-beam throwers beat him to the shovel
By any means.. if the playing field aint level..
you know the game you must pack to maintain..
You know the game you must pack to maintain…
Most of us been trained from first phase, early days..
Straight suspect from jump, an addict a drunk..
Out of control because the ac bump…
Stereotypical face chasers soon to suffer defeat..
I erase, them like writers block I feed streets sheets…
Rhyme books with hooks add fuel..
to the inferno that been burnin scince the British made they move…
see if policy don’t change, folk act iLL
it’s kill or be killed, poke flame to grill…
for real, abusing your authority, been a pattern
I see gun smoke, around your body like the rings of Saturn
blood lust & such, off the strength of disgust
& while I’m hand cuffed up, thoughts be filling my cup
like, I gave my life to take yours now pay up...
took your kids your wife now that’s what’s corrupt punk!
Working the midnight shift, he shows up at 8..
So to motivate to sew, his seeds of hate
Prep work, mapped out, he aching to act it out
Tonight he gonna find him a reason for the gun to back out
He’s smiling, feeling on his grips…
Mirror-Mirror on the wall said he was the SHIT
Egotistical, the bigot ass Bastard…
Pulled out the garage in a two-tone Classic
Caprice, attacking the streets illogically
Flocking with his weak entourage.. peep…
On the other side of town, it’s an upstanding man
Working overtime, providing for his fam..
Tired as a muthafucka, he clocked out quick..
Threw all of his gear in the back of his whip then said
Something aint right, why’s my ride home in doubt?
The smoke signal out that man hole said don’t go that route
He floated out anyways, the shortest distance rule…
He must see his seeds, before they leave for school…
He proceeded to take the back roads it, seemed safe
Until a spot light hit em in the face from the alley way..
In 2 seconds, the swine was on his tail…
Flooding his space & running his plates, son failed..
To find reason but he bout to meet his quota..
Switched lanes, grabbed the shoulder pulled him over
Pressed up with caution, palm on his bomb..
Standard procedure? What’s that? Fuck that, let’s get it on now!!!
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