J Dilla - The Vigil Tempus lyrics

[Intro] The view in this recording are expressed by millions of people every day And I highly encourage you to condemn violence [Hook] On the count of three, say f** the police 1,2,3 f** the police See em in the streets, f** up the police 1,2,3 f** up the police [Verse 1] Yo, each nate or ... his job is to make sh** at mad claims Bust total make sure they all men slaves They similar to the mob taking all that pay I remember it clearly, the call last may Said I had to report to the court that day Looked at my phone like n***a no way Dispatch was in route and we knowing where you stay Ice t came on, police at my door Green and white chuck taylors on my bathroom door Do I blast through the window or blast through the door Don't even be knowing what them n***as after you for Try to hide as much weed as I possibly could Hit the backdoor quickly as I mob through the hood Hit the backyard running like a crack head stove Heard sirens and dogs, there was no way to go Started thinking if they catch me I was dead as a lamb So I reached into the pants and I pulled out the jam Still sprinting like a mad man loot on the stash Ride up at the spotlight n***a move your a** He wouldn't listen so I blam blam 2 doors fast Got a whip but that motherf**er due on gas Ah, frustration, I'm way too heated Off the way, a 2 seater, this won't do me neither Started letting off Chiquita bananas, in my gabana shirt Man the color look like scarface, cops won't learn Gotta teach them the hard way Crooked police cold blooded as...the hood go [Hook] On the count of three, say f** the police 1,2,3 f** the police See em in the streets, f** up the police 1,2,3 f** up the police On the count of three, say f** the police 1,2,3 f** the police See em in the streets, f** up the police 1,2,3 f** up the police [Verse 2] Yo, don't get mad whatever they roll Don't put your hands up, just bust they dorms Power to the people n***a f** they homes Don't say damn, just say whoa Yo, don't get mad whatever they roll Don't put your hands up, just bust they dorms Power to the people n***a f** they homes Don't say damn, just say whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa [Outro] R.I.P. J Dilla, yeah, yeah And all you fake a**, b**h a**, ... That wanna ocupy the people, f** the police Your job is to protect and serve motherf**er Not hara**ing and slave f** you officer sir!