Dead Prez - f** The Police lyrics

(Intro) f** the Police... (Verse 1) You couldn't ever understand how my mind ticks I'm on some old school crime sh** Where n***as hold tools and keep the dimes lit Ain't no rules when these iron shots is thrown Dun, this heat burn through ya flesh straight to the bones I reach for the buddha-sess & zone I'll probably have a future of stress State-impressed and be alone But as far as the present time, it's on I represent mine til I return to the essence And I'm dead & gone Nobody wanna be broke & you neither But put me on the corner An' watch me catch a quick case of CREAM fever If you be popping sh**, my n***as won't believe ya Probably punch you in the face And take ya wallet when we see ya But son it gets deeper I'm running wit a click that speed a hundred by the grim reaper To all my n***as in the man keeper: Let your situation be a teacher Ain't nothing like an education When I was locked down I learned about patience and dedication And not say sh** Unless you need a motherf**in' face lift And as a youth I was an outcast Running 'round with pellet guns, playing war But now it's all about cash And say no more. I keep it raw, keep a gun I'll go to hell wit a slug in my jaw 'fore I obey they law And love, it ain't no secret My previous lifestyle, juvenile delinquent Devious night prowl was frequent, creeping Reach for your sh**? Don't even think it n***a get slick and try to co*k it Unless you want your face shot, drop it Crime rule the world and ain't a Jake that could stop it [hook] I'm caught up, caught up in the mix and sh** And I ain't tryin' to hear sh** Yo my crew got cash ta get Blast you wit the pistol if I have to In my mind, its all about cash in the fistful (x2) Yeah, f** the police (x6) I'm a no-meat-eatin', vegetarian, revolutionary people army...yeah, yeah (Verse 2) I hold the weed too long when I be thinking bout my mom And all this things gone wrong in the past And what we do for this cold hard cash Nowadays it seems like we age fast in dog years Like 7 to 1 Though I was born back in '72, I'm still young When I speak dun, I speak it for millions of children And tax paying black kids who never said they prayers Blame it on the governors and mayors 'cause they pimps and players With the tracks on they arms as old as I am Watch what you be doing 'cause they see you through the skycam Power means the man who controls the land He hold the key to selling drug paraphernalia and contraband Its something like pushing narcotics Cigarettes and tar products Some people say you can't trust an addict But I believe that life is a habit And that's why we teaching our seeds how to load an automatic I'm one with my gun, I love it like my first son It protects me and makes sure the Jakes respect me... I'm one with my gun, I love it like my first son It protects me and makes sure the Jakes respect me... (Outro) Dead Prez 9-8 f** the Police, yeah. Tone Touch Put the whole bag in the dutch Its never too much. it's never too much for Tone Touch...