[Shyheim]
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The precinct is crooked, my man got grabbed up
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Had cracks on him worth about a bullet
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They just took it, asked him questions like, "Where's the guns?"
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They tried to cheat him to tell them where was Un
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The God ten deep in a red fifteen passenger
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Guns out when they jumped out, pointed at us
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Here comes, what they call a procedure
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Slammin us against a gate, cuffin us before they beat us
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[Channel Live]
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It's like they can't trust us, they wanna bust us
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and crush us, they sayin f' us, there's no peace, no just-us
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They claim to protect us, they serve and they wreck us
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Never respect us, arrest us and always stress us
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To see the Devil die is my purpose of to live up
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Self-determinance is the must, I practice Kool G jog-a-leos
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Free your mind and yo *bitch* is sure to follow
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and free will come to lock it down, look out for tips thats hollow
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[Wise Intelligent (of Poor Righteous Teachers)]
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It's P.I.T. supreno
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Mix it down, dedicated to Steve Feliciano
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Directored that steam and gouge Danno
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F' the five-oh pronto, cuz I know
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First head to take the white and burst lead
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Never did but might have to do it
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Lies twenty-five, hollow shots in a pro-active unit
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7-A, M-J, stop the BS movement, that's how we do it
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Mobilize the people, conscious *niggas* get to it
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[Chorus: Mos Def (of Black Star)]
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My people unite and let's all get down
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We got to have one love, peace and understandin
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One God, one love, one life
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One aim, one voice, one fight
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[Chorus 2: Mos Def]
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My people unite, hop up and do a right
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We got to have one love, peace and understandin
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One God, one love, one life
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One aim, one voice, one fight
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My people unite, hop up and do a right (echoes)
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Keep it tight y'all, do it right y'all
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[Cappadonna]
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Yo, forget police brutality, I worked for a salary
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and did time for a crime I didn't commit
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They tried to beat me in my head, make a brotha submit
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Hit me in the face with sticks, lockin me down for bein around
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Still remember, never surrender into the beast
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The man, peace for Diallo
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My reality is to fight back police brutality
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[Crunch Lo (of Othorized F.A.M.)]
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Mr. Officer got my trapped in a dark corridor
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Long hallway, they in luck with the gunplay
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Swing knight sticks, run thicker than Bloods and Crips
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Harass mad cats and it don't make sense
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Roll around in dark tints, fiendin to match finger prints
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Search me down everyday and you still ain't content
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[Rock (of Heltah Skeltah)]
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Oh-oh-oh-oh
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Calm your nerves down, bop your heads too high
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Let 'em know Rock, stop wonderin why you keep gettin knocked
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Cuz you a part time dealer, prob'ly a part time pops
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Not a part time killer, but them dudes is full time cops
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Make a hustle stupid, you half *ass* black acts
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Stack, use your head for than a hat rack, Jack
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Start runnin your life instead of runnin the streets
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Runnin your mouth, oh yeah, stop runnin from beasts
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[Chorus x4]
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One Four Love Pt. 2
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Cappadonna |