Rage Against The Machine - f** The Police lyrics

Good Evening, We want to just quickly send a nice friendly message to uh, Fraternal Order of Police in Philadelphia. Here's something nice and friendly, Here's something nice and friendly, Here's something nice and friendly, and it goes something like this. f** tha police, Comin' straight from the underground. Young n***a got it bad 'cause I'm brown, And not the other color so police think, They have the authority to k** a minority. f** that sh**, 'cause I ain't tha one, For a punk mutha f**a with a badge and a gun, To be beatin' on, and throwin' in jail. We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell. f**in' with me 'cause I'm a teenager, With a little bit of gold and a pager. Searchin' my car, lookin' for the product. Thinkin' every n***a is sellin' narcotics. You'd rather see me in the pen, Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo. Beat tha police outta shape, And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape, To mark off the scene of the slaughter. No controller, bread and water. A young n***a on a warpath, And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath, Of cops, dyin' in L. A. Yo, I got somethin to say. f** the police, Comon! Off, What? f** the police, Yeah! Comon! f** tha police, Yeah. f** The police, Comin' straight from the underground. Young n***a got it bad 'cause I'm brown, And not the other color so police think, They have the authority to k** a minority. f** that sh**, 'cause I ain't tha one, For a punk mutha f**a with a badge and a gun, To be beatin' on, and throwin' in jail. We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell. f**in' with me 'cause I'm a teenager, With a little bit of gold and a pager. Searchin' my car, lookin' for the product. Thinkin' every n***a is sellin' narcotics. You'd rather see me in the pen, Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo. Beat tha police outta shape, And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape, To mark off the scene of the slaughter. No controller, bread and water. I don't know if they f*gs or what, Search a n***a down and grabbin' in the nuts. And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none. But don't let it be a black and a white one. 'cause they slam ya down to the street top, Black police showin out for the white cop. Yeah, my brothas will swarm, On any mutha f**a in a blue uniform. Just 'cause we in Washington D.C, punk police are afraid of me. Hey! Punk on a warpath, And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath, Of cops, dyin' in L. A. Hey yo, We got somethin' to say. f** the police, Comon, sing that sh**, Right now, Comon! Comon! One more time, Here we go, here we go, Comon! One More, We gotta do it, right now, Yeah, Check it out.