| I told ya',
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| We’re livin' in a serious time.
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| Imma do this, for my dawgs,
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| Imma look and tell em' this…
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| Yo,
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| The way the system will become you won’t feel relaxed, (Riot)
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| The way the police that run me down make me wanna' collapse,(Riot)
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| If you see my people in a struggle Diabolic won’t feel relaxed, (Riot)
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| That make me won’t feel relaxed, (Riot)
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| That makes me want to collapse, (Riot)
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| They brainwash education yo that make want to collapse, (Riot)
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| The guns and crack them distribute that make me want to collapse, (Riot)
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| For what they done to Sean Bell that make me want to collapse, (Riot)
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| That make me won’t feel relaxed, (Riot)
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| That makes me want to collapse, (Riot)
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| That make me won’t feel relaxed, (Riot)
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| Yo,
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| Yo they say my arms are too short to box with god,
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| But at least they’re long enough to slap a cop so hard he lands in Scotland
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| Yard,
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| So bring your riot squad cause imma' bring some people starvin',
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| Marchin' like an angry mob on the police department,
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| «Calling all cars, radio for reinforcements,
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| The city’s been taken over so proceed with caution»
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| Freedoms lost and we don’t need an equal portion,
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| And when Jesus walked in his footsteps echoed over demons talkin',
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| Excuse me officer, it seems you took a wrong turn,
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| Now you’re in my world, watchin' Babylon burn,
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| We don’t need no water, pass my team some gasoline,
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| And let the muthafucka burn, I don’t care I have a dream,
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| And in this dream dirty cops get popped and locked in prison,
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| And there’s a hollow tip in every corrupt politician,
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| Here’s a proposition, up the ante, stakes is high,
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| Pray to god for revolution and I ain’t afraid to die,
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| Coz' people shouldn’t fear their government, that’s the issue,
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| The Government should fear to people’s right to pack a pistol,
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| See it’s our right to start a riot around here,
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| And publicly decapitate the King, right in town square.
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| I smell the corruption in the air, and yeah, it’s tasting tainted,
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| So we marchin', singin' war chants, faces painted,
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| Basic training’s over, I became a soldier,
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| Coz' city hall’s full of rats, rattles, snakes and cobras,
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| Police are trained to be the same and rape the culture,
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| Plant coke and baking soda on you to make a quota,
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| That’s why I’m like «Fuck all you pigs. |
| Go to hell.»
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| «Drop that badge and gun and step inside this holding cell.»
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| So, lick a shot and give a round of applause,
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| If you ready for war and you’re down for the cause,
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| Make some noise then go out and form a crowd of your boys,
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| Now wile out and scream «Freedom» like you’re proud of your voice,
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| It’s a choice that you make inside not to be another victim,
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| And before the system fucks you say «Fuck the System»,
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| I wouldn’t be surprised if by the time we turn and look,
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| Police are rounding up some religious group and burning books,
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| While crook lobbyists party down at Ground Zero,
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| Shoot to kill and make the super villain town hero,
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| Now it’s clear though, so you can either just deny it,
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| Or give the kids a future, and start a fucking riot! |