Tytuł: Police state

• Wykonawca: Dead Prez
• Wyświetleń: 286

  
   [Sample of Chairman Omali Yeshitela:]
  You have the emergence in human society
  of this thing that's called the State
  What is the State? The State is this organized bureaucracy
  It is the po-lice department. It is the Army, the Navy
  It is the prison system, the courts, and what have you
  This is the State -- it is a repressive organization
  But the state -- and gee, well, you know,
  you've got to have the police, cause..
  if there were no police, look at what you'd be doing to yourselves!
  You'd be killing each other if there were no police!
  But the reality is..
  the police become necessary in human society
  only at that junction in human society
  where it is split between those who have and those who ain't got
  
  [Dead Prez]
  I throw a Molotov cocktail at the precinct, you know how we think
  Organize the hood under I Ching banners
  Red, Black and Green instead of gang bandanas
  F.B.I. spyin on us through the radio antennas
  And them hidden cameras in the streetlight watchin society
  With no respect for the people's right to privacy
  I'll take a slug for the cause like Huey P.
  while all you fake niggaz {*UNNNGH*} try to copy Master P
  I want to be free to live, able to have what I need to live
  Bring the power back to the street, where the people live
  We sick of workin for crumbs and fillin up the prisons
  Dyin over money and relyin on religion for help
  We do for self like ants in a colony
  Organize the wealth into a socialist economy
  A way of life based off the common need
  And all my comrades is ready, we just spreadin the seed
  
  (Chorus: Dead Prez)
  The average Black male
  Live a third of his life in a jail cell
  Cause the world is controlled by the white male
  And the people don't never get justice
  And the women don't never get respected
  And the problems don't never get solved
  And the jobs don't never pay enough
  So the rent always be late; can you relate?
  We livin in a police state
  
  [Dead Prez]
  No more bondage, no more political monsters
  No more secret space launchers
  Government departments started it in the projects
  Material objects, thousands up in the closets
  Could've been invested in a future for my comrades
  Battle contacts, primitive weapons out in combat
  Many never come back
  Pretty niggaz be runnin with gats
  Rather get shot in they back than fire back
  We tired of that - corporations hirin blacks
  Denyin the facts, exploitin us all over the map
  That's why I write the shit I write in my raps
  It's documented, I meant it
  Every day of the week, I live in it; breathin it
  It's more than just fuckin believin it
  I'm holdin them ones, rollin up my sleeves an' shit
  It's cee-lo for push-ups now, many headed for one conclusion
  Niggaz ain't ready for revolution
  
  (Chorus: Dead Prez)
  
  {*police siren wails*}
  
  [speaker unknown]
  I am.. a revolutionary
  and you're gonna have to keep on sayin that
  You're gonna have to say that I am a proletariat
  I am the people, I'm not the pig
  
  [another speaker]
  Guiliani you are full of shit!
  And anybody that's down with you!
  You could man-make things better for us
  and you cuttin the welfare
  Knowin damn well when you cut the welfare,
  a person gon' do crime..