A.B. Original - Report to the Mist lyrics

[Ad-Libs] Again and again, again and again You know they're k**ing us right? Gorillas, gorillas, report to [?] [Bridge] We got a team with us, you thought we were the good ones Stepping on our side, that's were you put a foot wrong Roll call, report for duty Roll call, report for duty We got a team with us, you thought we were the good ones Stepping on our side, that's were you put a foot wrong Roll call, report for duty Roll call, report for duty [Verse 1: Briggs] Australia never had a bad past, where the f** we get these scars? Where the f** you keep those whips? How the f** can I smoke cigars? Who's he think he is? What kind of message he to sent the kids Do what ya want, when ya want and take their money until ya rich I been out of f**s to give since 86, what the f** is this? d**h by cop for a traffic stop and all I'm sayin is f** the pigs Oh no - shouldn't say that, oh no - that'll come back Oh no, I know ASIO are listenin' and I could catch one in the back If you're Aboriginal, in the divisional odds are that they plan on k**in' you - coon You're just paper work, you'll be in the dirt - soon And they'll get sent away on a paid holiday, funded leave Brother please, f** the police is the least I'm gonna say [Interlude: Briggs & Trials] Gorillas, gorillas That's the least, f** the police That's what the system is, the just US 'system Gorillas, gorrilas Again and again every day Built to put you inside, keep them out, that's the sickness [Verse 2: Trials] I said true that, listen here tho, they wanna make y'all disappear tho Dialing M for murder heard that triple zero, f**en hero Get it clear tho, that gets buried, the blacker the berry the more in the dark Walk into courts a walk in the park, hand on my heart, balls in my palm I'm charged with being black and always tryna say my peace They wanna hold me back but s** my dick and ce la vie Now can I breathe? (uh uh) well can I breathe (uh uh) Am I charged? (uh uh) well can I leave? [Interlude: Briggs] Gorillas, gorillas (There's no such thing a good cop, no such thing as a good police officer. There's good people. The whole system? It doesn't work for us. There's no such thing as a justice system, it's the legal system) [Verse 3: Trials] Oh no, oh yeah, tell me how can it be so fair That we Dying younger, hiding from the, police man over there Just for breathing in the air they wanna leave me in the chair Electric shocking body rocking beat streeting me to d**h Mr Policeman! Motherf** you and that whole precinct The sergeants and inspectors who protects us from protectors said there's A glimpse of hope then you ain't talking to them kids Said Gorrilas, gorrillas, report to the mist [Verse 4: Briggs] My disorders distorted, to the mist I'm reportin' I put my brother boys on 'cause I can afford it They say they treatin us equal but they don't treat us like people These Devils are Evil they got me hatin' their beagles The blacker the berry the bigger the charge The whiter the lies the deeper facade The whiter the crime the looser the cuffs And the blacker the skin and that noose is for us [Bridge] We got a team with us, you thought we were the good ones Stepping on our side, that's were you put a foot wrong Roll call, report for duty Roll call, report for duty We got a team with us, you thought we were the good ones Stepping on our side, that's were you put a foot wrong Roll call, report for duty Roll call, report for duty [Outro: Briggs & Trials] Gorillas, gorillas (you thought we were the good ones) Gorillas, gorillas (that's where you put a foot wrong) Gorillas, gorillas (report for duty) Gorillas, gorillas (report for duty)