FUDGE WILLI - The Government Is Picking On Us And n***as Never Do Anything Wrong lyrics

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FUDGE WILLI - The Government Is Picking On Us And n***as Never Do Anything Wrong lyrics

We Bout To Manumit All Of Our Equanimity. Didn't You See This sh** Coming, Part Two Of A f**ing Trilogy. Sean Bell, Trayvon, Mike Brown, YOU fu*kING KIDDING ME? They're Implicitly Ethnic Cleansing These Streets, You Better Defend Your Teeth. Better Pretend To Be, Cordial With These Excessively Forceful PorkBowls, They've Convinced Themselves They're Immortal. They Haven't A Morsel Of Technique, Now Let's Speak The Oppo-Set Of Peace, Nah fu*k THAT, Altogether You Can Forget Speech. Who's Trying To Play Burt Reynolds And Go The Longest Yard? They Sending Shots At Us Like Liquor At A College Bar. And Won't Be Gratified Until We're All Anihilated With Throbbing Scars. Cause To Them, We're Out Of Place Like Foxes In Barns. Believe I'm Exaggerating, Turn On Your Telebi. They View Us As Rebellious Beasts Who Need Need To Rest In D, -I-R-T. They Say They Feel Threatened And Intimidate Us With Their Weaponry. They Want OUR BREATH TO CEASE THEY WANT THIS ni**er FLESH TO BLEACH THEY SHOULD HAVE LET US BE, THEY SHOULDN'T HAVE BROUGHT US. THEY SHOULDN'T HAVE TAUGHT US, THEIR RELIGION, THEIR LANGUAGE, THEIR MANNERISMS, THEIR FOOD, THEIR INVENTIONS. But I Can't Lie I Enjoy Getting BeeJays From Their b**hes b**hes! The Only Witness To Their Madness Is The f**ing Dashboard Camera They Coulve Caught Up With Me If They Had More Stamina But They Had All That Body Armour On Them, It Weighed Down On Them Now Their Brandishing....Pistols It Ain't Nothing But A Bunch Of f**ing Sore Losers n***as Lost Respect In High School So They Though Being A Cop Would Give Their Self Worth A Boost UP They Attacking Any n***a With Tight Jeans Sipping Out Of Two Cups, In Order To Not Get Shot By The Cops You Have To Act Like A f**ing Poo bu*t No Officer, I'm Just Reaching For My Phone I'm Turning My Music Down Right Now Officer, Don't Take This As A Measure Of Aggression I Don't Sell Crack, Officer I Have An Honest Job Sir, Though I Hate It I Haven't Had Anything To Drink......