| Whoop, whoop, that’s the sound of the police
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| So we shoot, shoot, makin' war with the beast
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| What the fuck you thank? |
| Ain’t nobody firing blanks
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| Hit the precinct, leave 'em all shakin' and stankin'
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| In the land where we programmed to shuffle and suffer
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| Where a black life is measured by prison and murder
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| Where they gunnin' black people down and burning the churches
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| And where the only sound that’s heard is how we probably deserve it
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| Got us sending this to anyone, thinking of doin'
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| Like Dylann Roof or anybody thinkin' of shooting
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| Anybody thinking that had better know that we moving
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| And that we rubbin' whole families out, as retribution
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| Consider it a promise, fuck a threat if it’s on
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| It’s real deterrent you can bet on, brandishing chrome
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| Scorched earth if we burst, all is fair in war
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| If it’s an eye for an eye you’ll see 'em die on the floor
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| Let 'em clap, we clappin' we clap back, no rappin'
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| No yap no jaw jackin', no convo is happenin', no
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| Unforgivin', ain’t nobody givin' a fuck
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| No understandin', ain’t no holdin' ya hand, and no love
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| No huggin', no rubbin', no talk, no candle burnin'
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| Ain’t no marches, ain’t no rallies or meetings, ain’t no sermons
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| Just burnin', desire to fire on the oppressor
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| Let the messenger connect with his chest plate and register
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| I’m the real wrong nigga to fuck with
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| That knows to show, so the proles revolt
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| So you know, ain’t got nothin to lose, nothin' to prove
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| Be the hardest one to move until the truth gets through
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| Just the sounds and the smell of the, automatic weaponry
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| Sizzlin' these piggies and hillbillies we killin'
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| Fill 'em up if they go bad, and toe tagged out
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| Send 'em back, bagged, wrapped in a confederate shroud
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| And tell them kissin' ass, open mouth kissin' ass
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| Pipeline to prison ass niggas and bitches
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| With that silly shit, silly all talkin' and posin'
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| Worldstar coonery, house niggas be frozen
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| Get ya head right, a ryder is readin', the riot act, better heed it
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| If you breathin' and latino or black
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| Crack the code 'till it’s known, if it’s on it’s on
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| Come together, and recognize the movement is growing
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| Engage |