Yasiin Bey - One Four Love (Pt. 2) lyrics

[Verse 1 - Shyheim] The precinct is crooked. My man got grabbed up Had cracks on him worth about a bullet They just took it, asked him a few questions like, "Where the guns?" They tried to G him to tell them where was Un (how they come?) Ten deep in a red 15 Pa**enger Guns out when they jumped out, pointed at us Here comes what they call a procedure Slammin' us against a gate, cuffin' us before they beat us [Verse 2 - Channel Live] It's like they can't trust us, they wanna bust us and rush us They sayin' "F" us. There's no peace, no just-us They claim to protect us, they serve and they wreck us Never respect us, arrest us and always stress us To see the Devil die is my purpose of [?] Self-determinance is the must, I practice Kujichagulia Yo, free your mind and yo *b**h* is sure to follow And when freed men come to lock it down, look out for tips that's hollow [Verse 3 - Wise Intelligent of Poor Righteous Teachers] It's P.I.T. Soprano Mix it down, dedicated to Steve Feliciano Directed at Steve McGarrett and Danno F' the 5-0 pronto cause I know First head to take the white and burst lead Never did but might have to do it Lies, twenty-five, hollow shots in a pro-active unit Exit 7A, NJ stop the BS movement—that's how we do it Mobilize the people, conscious *n***as* get to it [Hook 1 - Mos Def] My people unite and let's all get down We gotta have what? Love, peace, and understandin' One god, One love, One light One aim, One voice, One fight [Hook 2 - Mos Def] My people unite, hop up, and do it right We gotta have what? Love, peace, and understandin' One god, One love, One light One aim, One voice, One fight My people unite, hop up, and do it right Do it right ya'll, keep it tight ya'll, do it right ya'll, just do it [Verse 4 - Cappadonna] Yo, forget police brutality—I work for a salary And did time for a crime I didn't commit They tried to beat me in my head, make a brotha submit Hit me in the face with sticks, lockin' me down for bein' around I still remember. Never surrenderin' to the beast The man, peace for Diallo My reality is to fight back police brutality [Verse 5 - Crunch Lo of Othorized F.A.M.] Mr. Officer got me trapped in a dark corridor Long hallway, they in love with the gunplay Swing night sticks, run thicker than Bloods and Crips Hara** mad cats and it don't make sense Roll around in dark tints, fiend to match fingerprints Search me down everyday and you still ain't content [Verse 6 - Rock of Heltah Skeltah] Oh-oh-oh-oh Calm your nerves down, bop your heads too high (Let 'em know, Rock) Stop wonderin' why you keep gettin' knocked Cause you a part-time dealer, prob'ly a part-time pops Part-time k**er, but them dudes is full-time cops Pick a hustle, stupid. You half-*a*** black, act Stab. Use your head for more than a hat rack, jack*a*** Start runnin' your life instead of runnin' the streets Runnin' your mouth (oh yeah) and stop runnin' from peace [Hook 1 - Everyone Lead by Mos Def] (x4) My people unite and let's all get down We gotta have what? Love, peace, and understandin' One god, One love, One light One aim, One voice, One fight