Immortal Technique - The Other White Meat lyrics

(Immortal Technique) Immortal Technique: The profile of a wanted man Persecuted everywhere by the Blue Klux Clan Cops don't stop in searches cause they think we a threat They making money for the prison industrial complex Extorting hookers for s** and then arresting them And murdering people of color instead of protecting them You k**ed Patrick Dorismond and then disrespected them Now most cops will disagree with the sh** that I spit But I got 41 reasons to tell you to s** a dick, You mobile facsimile living fecal matter Your a walking piece of sh**, you deserve to be splattered f*ggits with nightsticks giving brothers an enema, Cause their racist like cla**ical Hollywood cinema Systematically chasing our people and abusing em' Like Romans genociding Jews in New Jerusalem Guns don't look like wallets, how the f** we confusing em'? We losing them, everyday, and its 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 wanna be taken alive I'd rather die standing than live kneeling, broken inside A cop stopped me once; and co*ked a loaded gun in my grill And that's the reason that I have no fear of being k**ed (S.O.U.L. Purpose) 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, 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, yappin' your nonsense Need to fear God instead of having his complex Police patrol, hurts the cattle and tame Sad of sick of seeing certain individuals slain Like my man Lawrence got bucked, at point blank range By a coward a** cop, splattered part of his brain Not knowing in seconds; He causing infinite pain With you, your whack crew, your whole setup I blame Playing Judge, Jury, Executioner; shackled and chained Tell me how you live your life, everyday with no shame You only paid to do your job, so what else do you gain I fight the power til' the last drip of blood in my vein b**h, have-witted, flat footed son of a swine With you're fellow f*gs and yellow cabs coming for mine Go ahead, eat your donuts and walk your whack beat I stay away from most beef, and the other white meat But if sh** hits the fan I resort to true action How 'bout we play a game; I throw slugs and you catch 'em