VERDICT

It's a lyrical beatdown....

Thinking 'bout the city burning going down in flames
Today they're reading the names
Of the guilty cops the buck stops here
But where'd it stop last year
When it was tried, denied even though they caught it all on tape
Another human rights rape
That managed to escape the justice system like a set up
But the people are fed up
Tired...LA's on fire...a gun for hire
Darryl Gates was a liar
Now there's a riot going on strong
We've been taking this shit for too long
And cops are dirty in this town, down with each other
Don't give a fuck about a brother or a mother
Whether black or white (yeah)
You ain't the LAPD you ain't right
Officer Bill got a license to kill and harass you
Now let me ask you
Does that sound right? Wrong! Pump that Ice T song!
Put the 4 where they all belong
I wasn't scared, I was prepared and now that I heard it
Yo, fuck that verdict!
Yo, fuck that verdict!

Goddamn!
Somebody must have had this madness planned
Another explicit lyric banned
So I'mma start this with tales from the darkest side
And a lyrical hoo ride
With a flurry of buckshot pointed at a punk cop named Wynn
And let the shit begin
Original sin, can't let em rest in peace
Until the bad Lieutenants cease
To exist with a slap on the wrist for doing a crime
And do some hard time
Like an eye for an eye, a Denny for a King
Cuz it's all the same thing
And I swing low, solo, go for what I know
And yeah, Briseno
Was down with the crew to the break of dawn and into the next day
You better check that x-ray
Or the video again and then you'll see
Powell & Koon weren't the only pigs that beat
Rodney down in the street and now that I heard it
Motherfuck that verdict!
Yo, fuck that verdict!

Damn! I'm sweatin' like a white woman watching the motherfucking Reginold Denny Trial.

Sometimes I don't understand...
The land of the brave, home of the free
Is it just me?
My country tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty
Of the I fight, stereotype
I don't unite the black and white
So don't believe that fucking hype
I've got the right to chose
The right to use
Freedom of speech to express my views

Now I see fists, people pissed
Cops that got slaps on the wrists
Fuck this!

7 O' Clock in the morning and they're warning us
Not to leave our house, the verdicts out
And at first, we all start cheering
Not too clear on what we're hearing
Sounds like a cops didn't get off
Bit off...more than they could chew
But in reality two are better than none
Had to be done
Cuz they couldn't discredit the testimonies or edit
The tape...here's a ist full of rage
I take the stage with a 12 gauge
And watch my back, not black, payback, I'm paid
Dealing with the hate tht gates made
A radical poet, I know it
Without a solution
To end the abusing
Making the cops with nerve protect and serve the citizens
Now Willie Williams
Got the job as chief but I got beef with the ruling
Cops ain't fooling me, my eyes see
And when my ears heard it
I said fuck that verdict!
Yo, fuck that verdict
Yeah....motherfuck that verdict!