F#ck The Police
Yo, step back in time, let’s rewind the clock, Cruisin' down the block, in a ride that rocks, Gold chains swingin', got the boom box loud, Kangol hats and fresh kicks, standin' out in the crowd. Breakdancers poppin', spray cans in hand, Graffiti on the walls, yeah, that’s the plan, From Compton to the Bronx, we made it our own, Hip-hop’s the heartbeat, it’s how we’ve grown. Cabbage Patch kids, and the mixtape scene, Rockin' to the rhythm, livin' that dream, From Pac-Man games to the VHS grind, The spirit of the 80s, forever intertwined. Rollin' with my crew, we’re the kings of the street, Real talk, no fakes, feel the bass and the heat, So throw your hands up, let’s celebrate the past, In the heart of the city, where the memories last. (Verse 1) Ain't no justice in these streets, just a badge and a gun, They rollin' deep, thinkin' they the only ones who run. Got my people in the back, hearts heavy, eyes wide, Every siren's like a warning, can't escape the divide. (Verse 2) Cops pullin' up, see the fear in our eyes, They don't care 'bout the truth, just the power and lies. They stop and frisk, claim they searchin' for peace, But all we feel is pressure, never givin' release. (Verse 3) In the shadows of the night, we fight for our rights, But they pullin' triggers first, we just tryin' to survive. System built to oppress, got us trapped in a cage, But we rise from the ashes, turnin' pain into rage. (Verse 4) Voices of the fallen echo loud in the streets, We won't back down, united, we won't face defeat. So we stand up strong, let 'em hear our decree, Fuck the police, we demand to be free.
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Yo, step back in time, let’s rewind the clock, Cruisin' down the block, in a ride that rocks, Gold chains swingin', got the boom box loud, Kangol hats and fresh kicks, standin' out in the crowd. Breakdancers poppin', spray cans in hand, Graffiti on the walls, yeah, that’s the plan, From Compton to the Bronx, we made it our own, Hip-hop’s the heartbeat, it’s how we’ve grown. Cabbage Patch kids, and the mixtape scene, Rockin' to the rhythm, livin' that dream, From Pac-Man games to the VHS grind, The spirit of the 80s, forever intertwined. Rollin' with my crew, we’re the kings of the street, Real talk, no fakes, feel the bass and the heat, So throw your hands up, let’s celebrate the past, In the heart of the city, where the memories last. (Verse 1) Ain't no justice in these streets, just a badge and a gun, They rollin' deep, thinkin' they the only ones who run. Got my people in the back, hearts heavy, eyes wide, Every siren's like a warning, can't escape the divide. (Verse 2) Cops pullin' up, see the fear in our eyes, They don't care 'bout the truth, just the power and lies. They stop and frisk, claim they searchin' for peace, But all we feel is pressure, never givin' release. (Verse 3) In the shadows of the night, we fight for our rights, But they pullin' triggers first, we just tryin' to survive. System built to oppress, got us trapped in a cage, But we rise from the ashes, turnin' pain into rage. (Verse 4) Voices of the fallen echo loud in the streets, We won't back down, united, we won't face defeat. So we stand up strong, let 'em hear our decree, Fuck the police, we demand to be free.