Lyrics:
Establishments for public
Safety reasons in the entertainment district
Officers stated to Det Lyons that the
Pace team received a call for
Service at the Scoot
Can we ask the deputy general if
He could take the mic?
And tell us what he has in
Mind for routes in district nine
I'd like to hear the
Tannoys
to detain you in
Breaking news coming out of the audio purification district this morning
Where local funk officers are reporting a dangerous spike in ryhthm
Mister officer, mister officer
I'm sorry I don't wanna take a walk with ya
Matter of fact, I ain't tryna talk to ya
We ain't got no business, so fuck we
requested a welfare check on their elderly relative
Responding officers shot the man instead
"Somebody kicks your door in, comes in your house - your first
the brothers gettin' busted outside
Undercover officer readin' em their rights
One way ticket boy your prison bound
The night the lights in Dallas went down
And it's typed in. Can
You please respect it? I don't want This to turn violent. Or call your Superior officer
For we be fighting. So where the District
the brothers gettin' busted outside
Undercover officer readin' em their rights
One way ticket boy your prison bound
The night the lights in Dallas went down
sucks, dude
I fucking hate it here, the people here be geeking, be tweaking, bro
Like, for real, bro
Shit's worse than District three
District 3 fucking
I might rock and roll
I might pop out heavy metal I might sell my soul
I might fly to Europe tour I might sell out shows
I might hit the district
Public urination
I can’t stand still
The officer took my yellow pill
So what am I to do when everything just makes me ill?
It’s us
The last
Chickens are ice grillin' it
Cops pullin' it over, Jigga react militant
Speed off, officer told me to turn the beat off
I turned it a level higher, then
locked in housing tenements
Eighty-Five percent tenants depended welfare recipients
Stapleton's been stamped as a concentration camp
At night I walk
clear I'm welfare like Lambier
Now in case you didn't know it's
A funk flow side show hip hop here we go
How'd ya know the big belly pro's
Doing his
glands
(So who is it?) The fool who visit the playground
With two biscuits to lay down the school district
Get pistol-whipped with a Mossberg
With
Chickens are ice grillin' it
Cops pullin' it over, Jigga react militant
Speed off, officer told me to turn the beat off
I turned it a level higher, then
managed
To redirect blame to someone other
Than themselves or big business
The media lap up the reports
Of increasing poverty, unemployment
Welfare
shit smell Damn, I didn't bring cologne
Yes, officer, there's marijuana on me
Like, we do what we told Even if we spoke
We become one of the folks But
urinating
I can’t stand still
The officer took my yellow pill
So what am I to do when everything just makes me ill?
It’s us
The last of a breed
That’s
the arrest in Market Square
That's what you're looking at here
Accused of hitting a KPD officer with a trash can lid
while the officer was sitting in a police
prison of hate
Blood
Bloody
The rusty '02 Buick sticks out like sore thumb in downtown district
They pull up to the complex
Giant fucking bank
Dwarfing all
didn't know
We'd blow like Nitroclycerin, Girbaud, Tommy Hill, Timberland
Playboy, I use to rock a pendelton, officer arrests a gentleman
Now I'm spending
didn't know
We'd blow like Nitroclycerin, Girbaud, Tommy Hill, Timberland
Playboy, I use to rock a pendelton, officer arrests a gentleman
Now I'm spending
lawyer up right now
Officer down at the sound of a gun
But the thrill of the chase is all part of the fun
As the blue light district descended on town
I
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