Dead prez - Fuck The Police lyrics
[Dead prez - Fuck The Police lyrics]
Fuck the Police
You couldn't ever understand how
My mind ticks
I'm on some old school crime shit
Where niggas hold tools and
Keep the dimes lit ain't no rules when these
Iron shots is thrown
Dun, this heat burn through ya
Flesh straight to the bones
I reach for the buddha-sess & zone
I'll probably have a future of stress
State-impressed and be alone
But as far as the present time, it's on
I represent mine til I return to the essence
And I'm dead & gone
Nobody wanna be broke & you neither
But put me on the corner
An' watch me catch a quick
Case of CREAM fever if you be popping shit
My niggas won't believe ya
Probably punch you in the face
And take ya wallet when we see ya
But son it gets deeper
I'm running wit a click that speed
A hundred by the grim reaper
To all my niggas in the man keeper:
Let your situation be a teacher
Ain't nothing like an education
When I was locked down
I learned about patience and dedication
And not say shit
Unless you need a motherfuckin' face lift
And as a youth I was an outcast
Running 'round with pellet guns, playing war
But now it's all about cash
And say no more i keep it raw, keep a gun
I'll go to hell wit a slug in
My jaw 'fore I obey they law
And love, it ain't no secret
My previous lifestyle, juvenile delinquent
Devious night prowl was frequent, creeping
Reach for your shit? Don't even think it
Nigga get slick and try to cock it
Unless you want your face shot, drop it
Crime rule the world and ain't a
Jake that could stop it
I'm caught up, caught up in the mix and shit
And I ain't tryin' to hear shit
Yo my crew got cash ta get
Blast you wit the pistol if I have to
In my mind
It's all about cash in the fistful
Yeah, Fuck the police
I'm a no-meat-eatin', vegetarian
Revolutionary people armyyeah, yeah
I hold the weed too long when
I be thinking bout my mom
And all this things gone wrong in the past
And what we do for this cold hard cash
Nowadays it seems like we age
Fast in dog years like 7 to 1
Though I was born back in '72
I'm still young when I speak dun
I speak it for millions of children
And tax paying black kids who
Never said they prayers
Blame it on the governors and mayors
'cause they pimps and players
With the tracks on they arms as old as I am
Watch what you be doing 'cause they
See you through the skycam
Power means the man who controls the land
He hold the key to selling
Drug paraphernalia and contraband
Its something like pushing narcotics
Cigarettes and tar products
Some people say you can't trust an addict
But, I believe that life is a habit
And that's why we teaching our seeds
How to load an automatic
I'm one with my gun
I love it like my first son
It protects me and makes sure
The Jakes respect me i'm one with my gun
I love it like my first son
It protects me and makes sure
The Jakes respect me
Dead Prez 9-8
Fuck the Police, yeah tone Touch
Put the whole bag in the dutch
Its never too much it's never
Too much for Tone Touch
You couldn't ever understand how
My mind ticks
I'm on some old school crime shit
Where niggas hold tools and
Keep the dimes lit ain't no rules when these
Iron shots is thrown
Dun, this heat burn through ya
Flesh straight to the bones
I reach for the buddha-sess & zone
I'll probably have a future of stress
State-impressed and be alone
But as far as the present time, it's on
I represent mine til I return to the essence
And I'm dead & gone
Nobody wanna be broke & you neither
But put me on the corner
An' watch me catch a quick
Case of CREAM fever if you be popping shit
My niggas won't believe ya
Probably punch you in the face
And take ya wallet when we see ya
But son it gets deeper
I'm running wit a click that speed
A hundred by the grim reaper
To all my niggas in the man keeper:
Let your situation be a teacher
Ain't nothing like an education
When I was locked down
I learned about patience and dedication
And not say shit
Unless you need a motherfuckin' face lift
And as a youth I was an outcast
Running 'round with pellet guns, playing war
But now it's all about cash
And say no more i keep it raw, keep a gun
I'll go to hell wit a slug in
My jaw 'fore I obey they law
And love, it ain't no secret
My previous lifestyle, juvenile delinquent
Devious night prowl was frequent, creeping
Reach for your shit? Don't even think it
Nigga get slick and try to cock it
Unless you want your face shot, drop it
Crime rule the world and ain't a
Jake that could stop it
I'm caught up, caught up in the mix and shit
And I ain't tryin' to hear shit
Yo my crew got cash ta get
Blast you wit the pistol if I have to
In my mind
It's all about cash in the fistful
Yeah, Fuck the police
I'm a no-meat-eatin', vegetarian
Revolutionary people armyyeah, yeah
I hold the weed too long when
I be thinking bout my mom
And all this things gone wrong in the past
And what we do for this cold hard cash
Nowadays it seems like we age
Fast in dog years like 7 to 1
Though I was born back in '72
I'm still young when I speak dun
I speak it for millions of children
And tax paying black kids who
Never said they prayers
Blame it on the governors and mayors
'cause they pimps and players
With the tracks on they arms as old as I am
Watch what you be doing 'cause they
See you through the skycam
Power means the man who controls the land
He hold the key to selling
Drug paraphernalia and contraband
Its something like pushing narcotics
Cigarettes and tar products
Some people say you can't trust an addict
But, I believe that life is a habit
And that's why we teaching our seeds
How to load an automatic
I'm one with my gun
I love it like my first son
It protects me and makes sure
The Jakes respect me i'm one with my gun
I love it like my first son
It protects me and makes sure
The Jakes respect me
Dead Prez 9-8
Fuck the Police, yeah tone Touch
Put the whole bag in the dutch
Its never too much it's never
Too much for Tone Touch