Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Killer Mike
Killer Mike
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaime Meline
Jaime Meline
Composer
Michael Render
Michael Render
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
EL-P
EL-P
Producer
joey raia
joey raia
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

How come, with the thousands of black cops in America You ain't never picked up the paper, turned on the tv, or the news And seen white folk crying 'Cause this black cop shot my loved one in the back of the head 'Cause he thought the cellphone was a gun How come you don't see that? You think black cops is more spiritual? You think better qualified? Nah They got enough sense to know that white folks ain't going to tolerate it The only reason they do to us what they do, 'cause you tolerate it I'm not telling you don't chastise these young men But I ain't seeing you chastise the police Hahahahaha real bad guy shit Hahahaha living like a villain Never chillin', hahaha, heavy influence on your chillun' I woke up this morning to a cop with a gun Who told me that he looking for a nigga on the run I thought for a second and I screwed my face And asked the dirty pig "Why the f*ck you in my place?" He said "Chill or we kill, this is a warning" Then I told him "fuck you, Where is the warrant?" Then they got to punchin' and kickin' and macin' Then the Whole situation went Larry Davis Thinking 'bout my lady and thinking 'bout my baby Thinking "these two motherfucking pigs going crazy" They wanna kill a nigga 'cause a nigga on this rap shit Wanna leave me dead on a mattress, Hampton I'm a Public Enemy because I'm Cold Lampin' And I don't give a f*ck about a party in The Hamptons And I don't give a f*ck about a motherf*ckin' Forbes List Far as I'm concerned, that's a motherfucking whores list Motherf*cker, my dad was a cop You don't think I know a dirty ass cop when I see one? Shake down, take down, disrespecting-the-badge-ass-bitch! Back to the scene going wild in the bedroom Grab the cop's gun left from leaking with a head wound Second cop shot, but the bullet hit his partner Shot him in the leg and he hit him in the arter(y) Now the dirty cop's looking at me Talking 'bout he kill a nigga if I try to flee Shit, I'm about to loose it, so he gon' have to prove it All because the government hate rap music I've been labeled outlaw, renegade, villain So is Martin King, so the system had to kill him A nigga with an attitude, the world gotta feel him Educated villian attempt on living If I gotta kill a cop just to get out the building That m*therfucker didn't, left dead, no feelings Yelling "Fuck him" as I buck A 45 at his fillings Trying to knock his brains through the motherf*cking ceiling Hey bruh, hey bruh I'm in some trouble, 'kay? I gotta be gon for a minute Just call my old man It's real deep shit man, it's fucked up, I shot a cop When I surface on the streets I can hear the crowd yelling And see the neighborhood snitches pointing and telling I'm bailing like a felon or Assata Shakur Before the law leave me stinking like a bag of manure Like Jeriko One in the movie 'Strange Days' They want a nigga dead 'cause the things that I say Might make the youth go and pick up an AK Tell the government "Fuck you, no way" Like John Connor mama I be running everyday 'Cause if I get caught it's my life they terminate Or stick me in a cell on Guantanamo Bay All because a nigga won't sit in and obey I'll be an outlaw before I ever behave And die a free man before I live like a slave Nothing changes, if they catch me today "Fuck the police" is still all I gotta say
Writer(s): Michael Santigo Render, Jaime Meline Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out