[Sample: Dick Gregory]
How come...with the thousands of black cops in America...you ain't never picked up the paper, turned on the TV, or the news...and seen white folk crying...because this black cop...shot my loved one in the back of the head...cause he thought the cellphone was a gun. How come you don't see that?...You think black cops is...more spiritual? You think better qualified? Nah...They got enough sense to know that white folks ain't going to tolerate it...And the only reason they do to us what they do cause you tolerate it. Ok, I'm not telling you don't chastise these young men! But I ain't see you chastise the police!!
[Intro]
Hahahaha Real bad guy sh**
Hahaha Living like a villain
Never chilling heavy influence on your chillun
Yeah!
[Verse 1]
I woke up this morning to a cop with a gun
Who told me that he looking for a n***a on the run
I thought for a second and I screwed my face
And asked them dirty pigs, “Why the f** you in my place?”
He said “Chill or we k**, this is a warning”
Then I told him “f** you, where is the warrant?”
Then they got to punching and kicking and macing
Then the whole situation went Larry Davis
Thinking 'bout my lady and thinking 'bout my baby
Thinking, “Is these motherf**ing pigs going crazy”
They wanna k** a n***a 'cause a n***a on his rap sh**
Wanna leave me dead on a mattress, Hampton
I'm a Public Enemy because I'm Cold Lampin'
And I don't give a f** about a party in the Hamptons
And I don't give a f** about a motherf**in' Forbes list
Far as I'm concerned, that's a motherf**in' who*es list
[Bridge]
Motherf**er, my dad was a cop
You don't think I know a dirty a** cop when I see one?
Shake down, take down, disrespecting-the-badge-a**-b**h!
[Verse 2]
Back to the scene going wild in the bedroom
Grab the cop's gun left from leaking with a head wound
Second cop shot, but the bullet hit his partner
Shot him in the leg and he hit a main arter
Now the dirty cop's looking at me
Talking 'bout he k** a n***a if I try to flee
sh**, I'm about to loose it, so he gon' have to prove it
All because the government hate rap music
I've been labeled outlaw, renegade, villain
So was Martin King, so the system had to k** him
A n***a with an attitude, the world gotta feel him
Educated villain, Intent on living
If I gotta k** a cop just to get out the building
That motherf**er gettin' left dead no feelings
Yelling “f** him” as I buck A 45 at his fillings
Trying to knock his brains through the motherf**ing ceiling
[Verse 3]
When I surface on the streets I can hear the crowd yelling
And see the neighborhood snitches pointing and telling
I'm bailing like a felon or Assata Shakur
Before the law leave me stinking like a bag of manure
Like Jeriko One in the movie ‘Strange Days'
They want a n***a dead 'cause the things that I say
Might make the youth go and pick up an AK
Tell the government “f** you, no way”
Like John Connor mama I be running everyday
‘Cause if I get caught it's my life they terminate
Or stick me in a cell on Guantanamo Bay
All because a n***a won't submit and obey
I'll be an outlaw before I ever behave
And die a free man before I live like a slave
Nothing changes, if they catch me today
“f** the police” is still all I gotta say