Mr. Len - Protective Custody lyrics

[Dante] Yo, move recite chapters Rappers write scripts for actors Don't rap about the facts, till they attack the catch Handcuffed and shackled, stand up get tackled Defeaters of your leaders heaters on their Adam's apple Keep quiet, be silent the sphere no weak vibe We defy, a new in it root, for street wise Got to stop it, and taxes for guns, wars and wackers Puttin profits in their pockets The lock and k** our prophets [Dante & Main Flow] MF: They stoled knots, hold spots, trapped in the road block DT: We globetrot, we roll pop, running from old cops MF: The whole shots, cold plots, Babylon's gold pot DT: Loan Glocks, cold shots, set off like we sold rocks [Main Flow] We dealing with NARCS and cases d**hs over parking spaces Evil hearts are racist, Ohio's dark places Brutality on mark faces, car chases Incarceration, unite so we can spark the nation [Nine] You got the right to remain silent at the same time They got the right to remain violent and aim nines They got no love for you, just slugs for you Who want it? I fight back like a rat when he cornered Catch me at the light, windows tinted, 35 percent Breakin ya neck, to see who's in it What is my intent? Trying to live, without the nonsense You dying to give [Tiye Phoenix] Yo yo, the spokesqueen, number one Tiye Phonenix The black Venus de Milo Doper then Tae Bo, every man, woman and child know We unified force against the shooters of Diallo And now they sure to lose like Luther at the Apollo For Amistad to Amadou, attacked in the streets The term COP really stands for Cappin Our Peeps They shot him, 40 rounds, our brother got slaughtered down We push through the border now, jihad, holy war bound [Breeze Brewin'] You wanna be a f**in accident, the beast was barkin You wanna know how many accidents to rob a New Yorker? And the possible attrocity Millimeters from the kids set the Glock With a ferocity, seemin as it's inbread While I stated innocent, but stressing it You sure that it was desolate It could have been an isolated incident Nothing was found, no hard feelings I fight bad guys Strutting around like Keith Christ huttin the site Airtime [Talib Kweli] This goes out to MC's who used to rock in Washington Square Park Now Guiliani got it locked after dark, we mastered the art Of living in d**h shadow, it's enough of a battle To dodge the police And have to rise above the crabs in the barrel My people spill blood in the streets I'm never running from beast Can I get a response from all the revolutionaries up in this piece? (yeah!!) What up, cause of the way we think they want to incarcerate us They think time will break us, but time won't make us [Punchline] I rock a vest even when I take shots at a bar The type to write the word police on a unmarked car I resent you, gettin off easy if they suspend you I end you, hope they use your own gun against you It's all mental, my man died in the streets I'm pouring out liquor, until there's nuthin to drink That's how many cats died, slayed by the beast That night, 5-0 held court in the streets [El-P] Petrified little venomous school yard outcast From disfunctional world of redneck garbage Community ba*tard child, seekin power to overcompensate For miniscule sh** court And repress s**ual activity style Need a vocation when standing Spliff of the semi-retarted, is prone to fits of Spontaneous violence and compulsive lying Package dukes that has a lunchbox with a Glock And your Ku Klux decoder ring We'll sing Kumbaya to the tune of a man dying [Jah-Born of Medina Green] Y'all seen the front page? another black man slayed By the beast hit with a rain, of 4 Glocks got sprayed Hey Giuliani, was 41 shots necessary? Now my people's got to worry, bout the cops that be k**in me Justice? All I see is Just Us Gettin knocked locked and bust, without a word discussed NYPD, should be NYPIG I don't deal with the swine, don't want swine dealin with me [Jean Grae] These shot happy motherf**ers legally ready to blaze With raised triggas and co*ked back with plans to fake figgas Who black and innocent, f** it let's get militant Run up in the precinct, strapped with gats With full clips loaded, aimed at their heads Stay in the feds, double 20 plus one round to blood red Revenge, we must return to avenge my brother, we coming The first sister holdin the lead [John Forte] El Capitano keep my guns high I run through New York cuz I'm alumni The fact I'm in it, half street, half academic I memorize my stash number, the flash number Ya pig stinch, plus your badge number Ya precinct, and the Irish lad you serve under I'm probaly grinding d**, come from hittin the kitchen A black man in a pretty car will fit the description You get informed quick You racist f**, I was born rich [Mr. Khaliyl] I seen it happen before, and it could happen again You on a block mine on your own and then you're left by your friends Cuz they ain't down to scrap, just wanna ride in your Benz But when the cops is on the beat, that's when the party begins Like a karate picture, the way they mop the floor with ya All caught up in the heat, now the doctor can't stitch you Nobody movin with you, cuz you really ain't bout it Now there's fear in your heart, and there's blood in your mouth It's like something we never seen before It's almost like we dreamed it all Live or die, either or, my blood is what they fiending for My people's screamin for the justice we deserve Send 41 back, we leaving 22 on the curb