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C.P.R.
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Rock
C.P.R. κυκλοφόρησε στις 6 Ιουνίου 2001 από Irate (NYC) ως μέρος του άλμπουμ 1134
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Άλμπουμ1134
Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας6 Ιουνίου 2001
ΕτικέταIrate (NYC)
ΓλώσσαEnglish
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BPM164

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Unnecessary roughness in full effect
From the east to the west, suckas always disrespect
Prosecutors regulators all violators
Each and everyone of those fucking pigs will meet their maker
"Protect and serve," words of the guardian sworn to protect our lives
Above the law, defended by the shield, a lower class man's demise
Acting on suspicion with no real train of thought
The only thing that matters is the numbers that are caught
**** turn the blind eye, making shit difficult
Scarred up dignity, but revenge is fucking critical
Crippling the law
A devious deception that reveals their intention
Beat to, to the floor
Covered up tragedies are disturbing my reality
They commit the crime, but they won't do the time
They roll up on the block with their nickel-plated nines
Why don't you respond to the victims of distress?
And step the fuck of my grill 'cause I'm minding my own business
Law enforcement think they're keeping shit in check
Walking hard showing off, demanding our respect
Lousy fucking pigs trying to start up a ruckus
What the fuck's the deal with these fools acting treacherous?
Something about the justice system doesn't seem right
Continuous corruption with no positive end in sight
That's why all these pigs they always get shot
I turn my head the other way and let those motherfuckers rot
I question your validity in rolling up and stopping me
Play god and hiding behind your badge
To serve and fucking harass
I hope I live to see the day when dirty cops are forced to pay
For using their authority to rape us of humanity
So you know what, bitch?
Get on your fucking knees and pay
Pay me to spare your life
Written by: Irate (NYC)
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