[shyheim]

The precinct is crooked, my man got grabbed up

Had cracks on him worth about a bullet

They just took it, asked him questions like, "where's the guns?"

They tried to cheat him to tell them where was un

The god ten deep in a red fifteen passenger

Guns out when they jumped out, pointed at us

Here comes, what they call a procedure

Slammin us against a gate, cuffin us before they beat us



[channel live]

It's like they can't trust us, they wanna bust us

And crush us, they sayin f' us, there's no peace, no just-us

They claim to protect us, they serve and they wreck us

Never respect us, arrest us and always stress us



To see the devil die is my purpose of to live up

Self-determinance is the must, i practice kool g jog-a-leos

Free your mind and yo *bitch* is sure to follow

And free will come to lock it down, look out for tips thats hollow



[wise intelligent (of poor righteous teachers)]

It's p.i.t. supreno

Mix it down, dedicated to steve feliciano

Directored that steam and gouge danno

F' the five-oh pronto, cuz i know

First head to take the white and burst lead

Never did but might have to do it

Lies twenty-five, hollow shots in a pro-active unit

7-a, m-j, stop the bs movement, that's how we do it

Mobilize the people, conscious *niggas* get to it



[chorus: mos def (of black star)]

My people unite and let's all get down

We got to have one love, peace and understandin

One god, one love, one life

One aim, one voice, one fight



[chorus 2: mos def]

My people unite, hop up and do a right

We got to have one love, peace and understandin

One god, one love, one life

One aim, one voice, one fight

My people unite, hop up and do a right (echoes)

Keep it tight y'all, do it right y'all



[cappadonna]

Yo, forget police brutality, i worked for a salary

And did time for a crime i didn't commit

They tried to beat me in my head, make a brotha submit

Hit me in the face with sticks, lockin me down for bein around

Still remember, never surrender into the beast

The man, peace for diallo

My reality is to fight back police brutality



[crunch lo (of othorized f.a.m.)]

Mr. officer got my trapped in a dark corridor

Long hallway, they in luck with the gunplay

Swing knight sticks, run thicker than bloods and crips

Harass mad cats and it don't make sense

Roll around in dark tints, fiendin to match finger prints

Search me down everyday and you still ain't content



[rock (of heltah skeltah)]

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Calm your nerves down, bop your heads too high

Let 'em know rock, stop wonderin why you keep gettin knocked

Cuz you a part time dealer, prob'ly a part time pops

Not a part time killer, but them dudes is full time cops

Make a hustle stupid, you half *ass* black acts

Stack, use your head for than a hat rack, jack

Start runnin your life instead of runnin the streets

Runnin your mouth, oh yeah, stop runnin from beasts



[chorus x4]