Why do people fear what they don't know?
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Constantly lookin' at me funny cause my pants swung low
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And my hats rocked to the left
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All these dirty looks be gettin me stressed
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It's time to dead that
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Testify and get your head wrapped like Arabian cats
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terrorist act's will have you pigs squealin at last
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Wayne County Jail full of noxious gas
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got three quarters of your senses massed
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you're left with only the sense of Touch like Tony
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The majority of these boys in blue are phony
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crooked like Saint Ides, instead of tryin to save lives
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they out for delph, only tryin to help them self
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They pull me over talkin about a seatbelt, we all know thats bullshit
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the fact is I look suspicious, THATS IT!!
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Type of kid to expose corruption, like crop circles and alien abductions
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Park patrolling toy cop reproductions
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Hunger for power equals negative reprocussions
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Get rushed as if I was rushin with no discussion
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try and cuff me and catch a mild concussion
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I've taken all the stress I can
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peace America I'm movin off to foreign lands
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where cops don't place narcotics in innocent hands
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Framin cats just to meet a quota
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searchin' everyone with baggy pants and Moterola's
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Thats why I'm wild with a camcorder
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to catch 'em slippin when they pull me over
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flip 'em the bird then I'm ghost in my Toyota
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Won't stop writin til this shit cease
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Until someone's there to police the police
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I'm sick of all this everyday harassment
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(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being
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followed shit is drastic)
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Sick of havin visions of black caskets (just because we rock our pants low)
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And our hats backwards (These cops is like cancer)
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A tumor on our ass (We want answers)
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For bad manners (And the use of police scanners)
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So we jottin down their numbers (In our pocket planners)
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for the day we meet up (With Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
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They got this little game that they play
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tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong
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Then they flash the badge in your face
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and you don't even know what's goin' on
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They don't even give you a reasons, orno clue as to what it is you've done
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You go for your registration, and then they put your ass to sleep
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(And tell the chief you reached for heat)
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Cops be poppin' confiscated glocks with a sack of rocks right under it
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the funny thing is, this murders funded by the government
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Yo they'll kill you and put the crack in your pocket to make it legal
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Illegally plant the confiscated gat right by you in your Regal
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and say you shot first, delete you from digital files its lethal
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Most of these cops is see through, that's why we do what we do
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That's why we tell the truth about what police do
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Son they'll issue you a ticket right before they beat you
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I'm glad the truth scares you, hit me mr.officer I dare you
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Check the rearview, you'll see the camcorder, extended lens too
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You better call for back-up, chew the rest of that crack up
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cause we got you on tape with that girl you raped and handcuffed
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Yeah you shook now, and if you swing on me I'm about to fight back
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The man ain't nothin but the klan, but not in white they rockin blue and black
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It's a proven fact cops is just white collared criminals
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they ride in Crown V's injectin neighborhoods with chemicals
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I'm tellin you, it all makes sense they killed the president
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sniped him out with one shot then lurked out with all the evidence
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I'm speakin relevance, ignorant heads won't try to hear me
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cause the truth will make the masses bug out, like Tim Leary
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If you want kids off the streets give us somethin to do
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instead of constant harassment and curfew's (COME ON)
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Since when did dreadlocks become probable cause
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totin' around a backpack become breakin the law
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Son I'm fed up, so get up, stand up like Bob told you
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and learn some Tai Bo in case they try to choke hold you
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I'm sick of all this everyday harassment
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(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being
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called a black bastard)
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Sick of havin visions of black caskets (Just because we rock our pants low)
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and our hats backwards (These cops is like canc |