Lyrics Call 'em out - A.B. Original, Guilty Simpson

Call 'em out

Hand cuffed and stuffed inside some fuckery
Double knees to keep my breathing shallow as my grave is
On my best behaviours, till we end up leaking on the pavements (why)
Best believe its racist if we both walk in the same shop tomorrow (tomorrow)
And only one gets followed by the same cop
The only difference is our pigment, at least' that’s what the pig meant
They wanna put us all back in the pig pen
But not all are, still thinking we fauna, this real life
Hit 'em with that one-two: Tamir Rice
Clear signs nothings getting better and they ain’t gonna let up
Till we get that gut full and fed up (we starving)
That’s when they told me looking out for justice was outdated
Deal with it and trust the judges (what the fuck?)
Newsflash motherfucker, I don’t respect ya (hell no)
Ignoring it is easy when it won’t even effect ya
I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out
I said I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out
I said I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out
I call 'em out, and then I sort 'em out quick
Hey Briggs, you called 'em out?
Hell yeah, I called 'em out
We did another lap and gave them something else to talk about
We called 'em out, what what, we called 'em out
We called 'em out, and then we sort 'em out quick
Bitch — and then we sort 'em out quick
They want beef, then we sort 'em out
Then we sort 'em out quick
And then we sort 'em out quick
The ones that are no good to themselves, can’t accept things, the
half-castes—and this is where most of the trouble comes—I would dope the water
up so that they were sterile and would breed themselves out in future and that
would solve the problem
Yeah, skin of onyx
Manatronix, sippin' gin and tonic and hittin' chronic
I spit ebonics, fuck the system
I heard they buildin' up another prison
Right outside the subdivision, Officer Friendly
Swallowing Henny, intoxicated off power
Following any vehicle occupied
With people of colour, so I’m keepin' my brother
The powers against me, Mama convinced me
There’s good in everybody and e’rybody was good
When they used lynch me and drench me
I’m speaking for victims, many don’t have a voice
Shuffled in the system, so we share the wisdom
Speaking of lives lost, they killing our kind
And barely getting' time off
They said we really shouldn’t talk about
I say the opposite and call 'em out
Yeah yeah, I call 'em out
I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out
I said I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out
I call 'em out, and then I sort 'em out quick
The do-gooders came along and they—these beurocrats and the rest of them who
would write great thesis on things down south… and they decided that they
better go and civilise these savages of ours, so they brought 'em into the
towns
Third class citizen, never got rid of 'em
Locked in the system, no presumption of innocence
I keep the mindstate militant
I keep watch on my brothers because my states killin 'em
I keep my whips inconspicuous
'Cause these pigs give a fuck what you in
'Cause what you drive may be where you die
If you pull over you mightn’t pull out alive
Raisin' my hands, drawn a line in the sand
So there’s no excuse for a gun and a badge
To let anything fly, if anyone dies
Make sure every cop shop in the city fries
It’s easier to kill us than skill us
What good’s a gorilla in a world of vanilla
Other rappers ain’t finna to talk about (Fuck Boys)
Fuck that, I say the opposite and call 'em out
Now I wouldn’t mind Philip, if it was just the black—the true Aborigine—but
there are so many hybrides, and they’re nearly white, and this is where it
hurts me