Lyrics:
shirt is on the ground while he's tackled by police
And the parcel that he throws across the bridge into the creek
It'll flow towards the sea, it will
shirt is on the ground while he's tackled by police
And the parcel that he throws across the bridge into the creek
It'll flow towards the sea, it will
rummaged were found guilty by the police
So won't you sell them the key?
What's your asking price tonight?
Locked in, locked out
Credit, debit, private
I could give a fuck about an honest day’s work
Your weapons ain't defence, you ain’t shoppin’ God’s work
Every penny earned’s gettin’ spent on your
the feds
(Damn, he police)
Matter fact, this song a act (Uh, huh)
I ain't said a known fact (For real)
Tell the truth
Every lyric that I said was all cap
hours from Florida
Niggas get slaughtered, boy, where I'm from
Problems gon' get solved by getting robbed
Causing tear drops and closed caskets
they catch on they bitch on
The position to get pissed on, there no Kelly here so no pissin' on
He pissed off them police by driving too slowly
flippin on a stolen car mission
Roll up in parkin lot, find a dark spot
Grab the screwdriver, pop the car lock
One hand pose, layin by the windows
Tryin
for sixteen centuries
Maritime law merged to become one
Owned by the church birth death of the sun
Slaves changes forms and double the worth
Education
Better known by police as
Leather apron or jack the ripper
The night was getting dark
Suzy Bell began to shiver
She was all alone
Down by the river
Another day goes by of this insanity
We fight one another not the real enemy
Rich bastard scum still rule this land
While their stolen wealth
this morning
Tipped off the police
They got her I.D
From her dental remains
The same fillings still intact
The same nicotine stains
The birth
yourself and Love somebody
By the way I always live Brooklyn
Born in GA Queens elements token
Walk straight hold ya hand stand clear
If you cant handle your
Tried to divide us
They tried to conquer us
Yet we still thrive
Got my head up high
I'm just a black man tryna get by
Nothing more, nothing less
the power Devour the cowards in showers
My Flower is louder and sour by hour
I'm sniffing the powder on top of the Counter the time is all ours
Grabbing
[Immortal Technique]
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah
The game is polluted by rappers that are really snitches,
And most DJ's are nothing but industry bitches,
We have all the power
They can't push us aside
Feels like I sold out for giving you my vote
Lesser of two evils got em both in my scope
Babies up in
at the sky screaming, "God
How did this happen?" no one responded
But the devil at her shoulder was laughing
Police later found some flowers and
A note
they can't mimic
Puma Punku, Poverty Point, & Kemet
1 day we got iNfiltrated
By a diabolical enemy that created
A systematic plan 2 destroy us
Unemployed
K$upreme on the beat, ayy ayy
Ayy ayy
Playin' in the cocaine
Ridin' in a foreign, smokin' propane
I be ridin' and hidin' fuck the police
Fuck
I’m getting down in the alleyway, kicking stones off the fence boards
I’m getting high at the thrift store, huffing dust mites and spores
I get by in
solstice 1989 - Riot police, road-blocks, coming up against the full force of the state, chased through woods by the cops, hiding in the ditches while
bag up cristal white at night pistols might lift you like heat seeking missles streets tempt you police stop to get you 'cause niggas you ran wit got
to see my love
When all the wells are dry
But all I taste when I leave my love
Is the salt from a tear choked eye
There's no police on these mean mean
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