Bambu - ACAB lyrics
[Bambu - ACAB lyrics]
Aw, yeah, sure, I um
It's a free country and I ain't got the right
But, I got a badge what do you got?
Welcome to the Bambu says fuck your show
Instigating Hollywood phonies like "Fuck you
Bro!"
Get a couple shots of Jäger
In this bar hop time
And try and punch a hole through the face
Of the first frat boy I find
And yes, I mind when mine is violated
Try and follow mine
And face the opposite of what
They did to innocent Tray
A vigilante they say?
I say it's time we rewind
And line the block up with the blaka-blaka
Odessa with mine
In the tradition of that classic LA rap
All the gentrifiers came and made
Half of LA whack
Strife with mine got me the will to die
And I will take a baton to my
Face just to tow the line
See knowledge, speak knowledge
In the dimmest of light
We bring knowledge out the dark
We don't believe in the hype
And it's night night, mama
Capitalize the S capitalize the A
Soul Assassin from the city
Where the peewees don't play
It's not one bad apple
Out destroying the bunch
When the count of cops murderin's
Like a thousand plus
I know it's ACAB LAPD sA MC screamin' FTP
ACAB LAPD sA MC screamin' FTP
Manhunt is underway in Southern California
And the Los Angeles police
Department is under siege
Ten thousand law enforcement
Officers are conducting
Door-to door war searches for
One of their own
You heard about fugitive
Ex-cop police officer
Who shot an unarmed man
It has set off a wave of violence in Oakland
Puffin' on the roach until it
Burns down to the crutch
I give a fuck about the people so much
I don't give a fuck about a hotel for dogs
(nah) prison guards (nah)
Underground rap nerd blogs, man, hell nah
I carry a big gun, get it done like Tim Dun'
Walk in and break the whole
Room down like Tim Gunn
All cops are bastards
Throw a bouncer in the mosh pit
Eat a elbow, eat a kick
Eat shit, get up and talk shit
Soul Assassin so we never run from
I know Ern' done marathons
But he scrappin' when they come
Son of a gun who ain't afraid
The Sun will get me burnt
Son of a gun gettin' turnt 'round
The shit that I have learned
From the wars on my teens
Did a tour overseas
Visit countries with the Marines
Shot anything that we seen
Capital S, capital A
Soul Assassin from the city
Where my sisters don't play
I know it's ACAB LAPD sA MC screamin' FTP
ACAB LAPD sA MC screamin' FTP
It's a free country and I ain't got the right
But, I got a badge what do you got?
Welcome to the Bambu says fuck your show
Instigating Hollywood phonies like "Fuck you
Bro!"
Get a couple shots of Jäger
In this bar hop time
And try and punch a hole through the face
Of the first frat boy I find
And yes, I mind when mine is violated
Try and follow mine
And face the opposite of what
They did to innocent Tray
A vigilante they say?
I say it's time we rewind
And line the block up with the blaka-blaka
Odessa with mine
In the tradition of that classic LA rap
All the gentrifiers came and made
Half of LA whack
Strife with mine got me the will to die
And I will take a baton to my
Face just to tow the line
See knowledge, speak knowledge
In the dimmest of light
We bring knowledge out the dark
We don't believe in the hype
And it's night night, mama
Capitalize the S capitalize the A
Soul Assassin from the city
Where the peewees don't play
It's not one bad apple
Out destroying the bunch
When the count of cops murderin's
Like a thousand plus
I know it's ACAB LAPD sA MC screamin' FTP
ACAB LAPD sA MC screamin' FTP
Manhunt is underway in Southern California
And the Los Angeles police
Department is under siege
Ten thousand law enforcement
Officers are conducting
Door-to door war searches for
One of their own
You heard about fugitive
Ex-cop police officer
Who shot an unarmed man
It has set off a wave of violence in Oakland
Puffin' on the roach until it
Burns down to the crutch
I give a fuck about the people so much
I don't give a fuck about a hotel for dogs
(nah) prison guards (nah)
Underground rap nerd blogs, man, hell nah
I carry a big gun, get it done like Tim Dun'
Walk in and break the whole
Room down like Tim Gunn
All cops are bastards
Throw a bouncer in the mosh pit
Eat a elbow, eat a kick
Eat shit, get up and talk shit
Soul Assassin so we never run from
I know Ern' done marathons
But he scrappin' when they come
Son of a gun who ain't afraid
The Sun will get me burnt
Son of a gun gettin' turnt 'round
The shit that I have learned
From the wars on my teens
Did a tour overseas
Visit countries with the Marines
Shot anything that we seen
Capital S, capital A
Soul Assassin from the city
Where my sisters don't play
I know it's ACAB LAPD sA MC screamin' FTP
ACAB LAPD sA MC screamin' FTP