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They Don't Give a F*** About Us

2Pac

Better Dayz

2002

a fuck about us
And when I start to rise
A hero in their children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us

Some say niggaz is hard headed cause we love

So this is the new frontier
No way I'm gonna make it here
Algorithm ain't got no soul
Toss another album in a hole
New beat with a funky twist

I could make her fly away like caterpillars
So if you don't know by now, then you should probably get familiar (get familiar)
So if you don't know

up and gave a grin
He yelled out, "Fire!", then came Suzy
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the girl but didn't hurt her
Both

gotta check for me
Gs in every city gon' hold me down without a question
Down a nigga for me and add to his body collection (boom, boom, boom)
Album

for nothing
I'm a back em down like Shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand
Better pray that this chopper jam, like a radio single, man
Police radio

Czechoslovak Song / Where is England

Joe Strummer

Joe Strummer 001

2018

of a longtime fine machine
Back from the dead there's a ghost in my slipstream
Bonneville 500 roared but never screamed
She slips on by, a star in my

The riots, the bullets, the fathers and sons
The beatings by police, the murdered no ones
The temples that crumble and machines that rust
The face of God

Arnold Layne, of Pepperland, had the coolest band called The Turnip Tops; hid them from the cops
By the briar patch filled with succotash played

None Shall Pass

Aesop Rock

None Shall Pass

2007

your name and face
On the day you are judged by the funhouse cast
And I will rejoice in your fall from grace
With a cane to the sky, like, "None shall

police brutality and what it was like growing up in the streets of Compton
In a riot following the album's release, hundreds of people bought and destroyed

(Jungle boy, Jungle boy)

I been rolling up the OG
Calling plays like Tony
Smoking by my lonely
I got it on my own

Hope I don't get caught my police

not needed 
Just keep the machine working well
Hungry business brains 
Squeezing profits from the fans… on and on
How should we be outraged
By all

Arnold Layne of Pepperland had the coolest band called The Turnip Tops; hid them from the cops
By the briar patch filled with succotash played those

Taurus
My album's flawless for your rap genius to scrutinize
They told me sharks was in that water, watch me scuba dive
I'm out this world, too rare

speech align with "teacher, teacher help me seek the knowledge"
But the street's is evil, we proceed to flee police and sirens
Grievance foul, reaper

been broke
No love for the police so double fuck the Carl Winslow
But family matters so we recognize respect ya temple
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head... this

The Pope of Chili-Town

The Broadways

Broken Star

1998

the only threat to private property?
Now the cops are stormtroopers on parade
Swat team nazi repo men machine guns and grenades
Martial law is coming in time

an operation when I spray shit
Nigga scram i swear I'm in a hell of a zone
Flood the paddock with yellow stones
You can tell that I'm on
I ain't drop an album

The Grand Finale

The D.O.C.

Concrete Roots

1994

scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so

loves algebra math enjoys albums and making cash
I'm often reflected as Hoffman in Rain Man total retard out of the cast to blame man
The same man who

Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad 
You never seen this

fuck them)
Everybody, everyone's
Making money
Bloody money
Reach daddy pays by card
And pays a lot, pays too much
Now you are song machine
You're love

a machine)
I'm on my way ooo feeling fuego
I'm on my way ooo feeling fuego

Verse
Coming in hot like we called the police
How can I flop with support from my