Capital-X - I Want Justice lyrics

[Capital-X] Like this- Who the f** said, that "X" couldn't make it Man I got friendly crash spots Brick City to Vegas Croatia, Italy all the way to Australia Man I build with comrades Central America to Asia The struggle is world wide, it doesn't run and hide And everywhere I go, I be fighting on the front lines f** waving a tech nine, that will get you time Don't put your life on the line for f**ing nickels and dimes (Hell nah) Man I'll f**in blow your minds with high caliber rhymes Yea every line of this rhyme's, considered a felony crime But all them bureaucratic f**s, can kiss my behind Like Moses was sent to free the Hebrew slaves I came for all the prisoners condemned to die by the state So C.Os. get ya f**ing a**es up and crack them gates No I ain't come filled with hate, I came filled with debate Spitting evidence, on an iron clad case [Chorus] I want justice, for George Jackson, and Anthony Haynes I want justice, for Tony Ford, and Luis Perez I want justice, for Randy Arroyo and all kids locked in a cage For Mikey Powell and all victims in Birmingham I want justice, for every brotha and sister on the row I want justice, for every broke mutha f**a I know I want justice, mutha f**as, and I want it now I want justice, man I don't give a f** how [Verse 2] Man I ain't trying to win no Grammy, f** MTV I rock for all the prisoners on and off the streets I speak for every brotha, I seen hang dead from a sheet For every victim in London, murdered by the police Man it's time to slay that beast, no surrender or retreat I'm locked and loaded, holding court in the streets Releasing this weapon of ma** destruction, by Unabeatz Suicide bomber, get ya up out ya seats Man I'll be the prosecutor, the judge and the jury I'll sentence fools to die, by lyrics of fury While I Impeach the president for dereliction of duty What I spit causes rioting, and mutha f**en looting Yo cops is shooting, innocent men New York New York to the streets of Birmingham They waiting to invade Iran, it's all part of their plan Incarcerated states of America, invading foreign lands [Chorus] [Verse 3] Brooklyn Born, Brick City resident Man I work hard for mines yo, just like an immigrant I do what I gots to, to eat and to pay the rent Man these rappers is spent, and I'm tired of their posing They're being terminated, all accounts is frozen I'm spitting this for the rap fanatics, thats been dope sick and jonesing And it's so high potent, it's to be taken in small dose's 16 bar's, will leave you comatosed I spit so much truth, I'll make justice choke Brothers on d**h row, are being lynched with no rope Condemned with no hope, who the victims here? How many innocent have been murdered, throughout the years Huntsville Texas, Dominique Greene Brothas I hear your screams, louder than sirens As I take stages like a sniper, on roof tops firing Making noise for the silenced, calling for a seize in the violence [Chorus]