| You know when the cops are comin' to get ya
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| Tryna' light you up quicker than Nikola Tesla
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| Applying choke-holds like a professional wrestler
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| And videotaping the protesters and hecklers
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| I spit on you at the Diallo march, remember me?
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| When New York City rose up as one entity
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| (Ahhh) you hiding in helicopters and tanks
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| And ICX towers in the streets like the West Bank
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| Thanks for the reality check, so far…
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| You been exposed as political Praetorian Guards
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| So you can drive drunk, kill people and only do a year
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| But soon dissidence to the system start to disappear
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| And all sorts of governments crumble, so stay humble
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| Violent lottery for the power ball that you fumbled
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| And I don’t hate you all but I’m sceptical of most of you
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| Because the death of Posse Committals stands close to you |