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You should never in your wildest dreams shit on a nigger Police, eat a dick, straight up, you know why? Clap, clap on, clap off Clap at 'em and I do not mean applause Rap nicer than Santa with no Claus Trapped twice as bananas with no chorus Uh, yeah, it's suicide murder In the hood like catalytic converters On the block like Lego in the streets like street light Three Little Pigs is what I be on these beats like In other words, the police Say it, say it like Pac the police Fuck 'em, and that's straight from the underground Where little kids got it bad 'cause we brown Now who am I? P-Monch from Do or Die Nah, South Suicide, Queens, where I get down I peep surveillance in the street every summer You may not play lotto but you know these numbers The 105th, the 103rd, my peoples in Queens doing 13 If we get the urge to get on some tall stock shit My brain's a glock clip My lames be on some 1-800, cops shot shit Say we were gonna Mmm, say we were gonna get it together Yeah, yeah, yeah One day, one day, one day, one day, one day I said the people gon' clap Watch me clap to this We went from niggas to porch monkeys To negroes, to blacks, back to niggas again, yet niggas still hungry Abolish the N-word, the plan's so corny While homeland security cams are all on me They watch through the fiber optics, it dawned on me That cops can just run in your spot quick without warning They educate the masses to follow, it's so boring I sat in the back of the classes, asleep snoring And they ask me why I'm vocal and animate 'Cause I lost my focus like Governor Patterson And the ghetto is impossible to escape And the first obstacle is this tapeworm in my abdomen Spear-Chucker, fuck that, I tossed javelins And $5, 000 bills in the face of James Madison This is an American postmortem To focus on your bogus novus ordo seclorum Clap Say we were gonna Mmm, say we were gonna get it together Yeah, yeah One day, one day, one day, one day, one day I said the people gon' clap Watch me clap to this Said the people gon' clap Now everybody just, just Come on No respect, no manners It's mad max with multiple max, mad banana clips A black hammer that hits the back of a black talon Slew a hallow tips through the wall of your blue silence And selective theatrics, collective dramatics I'm systematically pissed, clap automatics for me and Abu Jamal Maybe I'm just beside this, peaceful fanatics for peace But you ain't got a pacifist The Gospel, I Spit it like Jesus of Nazareth and then emphatically clap At any obstacle, an impossible feat, the fathom is not logical But chronical the thoughts of the people 'Cause one day we gon' clap
Writer(s): Troy Jamerson, Mark Landon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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