Immortal Technique, S.O.U.L. Purpose - The Other White Meat lyrics

SOUL purpose ft immortal Technique -
"The Other White Meat"

Immortal Technique: the profile of
A wanted man
Persecuted everywhere by the Blue Klux Klan
Cops don’t stop in searches ‘cause
They think we a threat
They making money for the
Prison industrial complex
Extorting hookers for sex and
Then arresting them
And murdering people of color
Instead of protecting them
You killed Patrick Dorismond and
Then disrespected him
Now most cops’ll disagree with the
Shit that I spit
But I got 41 reasons to tell
You to suck a dick
You mobile facsimile of living fecal matter
You’re a walking piece of shit
You deserve to be splattered
Faggots with nightsticks giving
Brothers an enema ‘Cause they’re racist like
Classical Hollywood cinema
Systematically chasing our people
And abusing ‘em
Like Romans genociding Jews in New Jerusalem
Guns don’t look like wallets how
The fuck they confusing 'em?
We’re losing ‘em everyday and
It’s getting me pissed
They barely admit that
Racial profiling exists
But politicians still condemn it
Sounding hypocritical
Innocent victims getting
Statistically typical
I resist arrest i don’t want
To be taken alive
I’d rather die standing than live kneeling
Broken inside
A cop stopped me once and cocked
A loaded gun in my grill
And that’s the reason that I have
No fear of being killed

"The violence in me reflect the
Violence that surround me"
- Sample from sticman on
Dead prez - "assasination"
"That’s why police get stabbed and
Shot" - Sample from
Sticman on dead prez - "we want freedom"

Some pieces of life are
Really hard to swallow
Nowadays, I hit you with a
Harder tip that's hollow
No justice, no peace like Diallo amadou
I’ma do what I gotta do to stand my ground
All my peeps frozen in these ice-cold streets
Which only get hot when cops
Is on blocks with heat
With little or no conscience
Yapping y’all nonsense
Need to fear God instead
Of having his complex
Police patrol herds of cattle and tame
Sad and sick of seeing
Certain individuals slain
Like my man Lawrence got
Bucked at pointblank range
By a coward-ass cop
Splattered part of his brain
Not knowing, in seconds
He’d cause an infinite pain
It’s you, your wack crew
Whole damn setup I blame
Playing judge, jury
Executioner shackle and chain
Tell me how you live your life
Every day with no shame
You’re only paid to do your job
So what else do you gain?
I’ll fight the power ‘til the last
Drip of blood in my vein bitch, half-witted
Flat-footed son of a swine
With your fellow fags and yellow
Cabs coming for mine
Go ‘head eat your donuts and
Walk your wack beat
I’ll stay away from most beef and
End the other white meat
But if shit hit's the fan
I’ll resort to true action
How 'bout we play a game? I’ll
Throw slugs and you catch 'em

"The violence in me reflect the
Violence that surround me"
- Sample from sticman on
Dead prez - "assasination"
"That’s why police get stabbed and
Shot" - Sample from
Sticman on dead prez - "we want freedom"