Beatrock
Brrrah
Yeah
I make the type of shit they play on every single corner
Here in Southern California, where they fired Chris Dorner
Born and raised to pull a ski mask and revolver out a duffle
Gas compression on the muzzle, case a narc wanna struggle (bang)
Criminal when laws protect the rich and harm ours
They been living so grand while the rest of ours starve
Full charge like gorillas pushing peace on the mountainside
Sound like graduation when they let them caps fly (bang)
Tired of compromise (yeah)
Tired of losing lives
I don't advocate it
But I support the people's right to feel so backed
Against the wall, that popping off is all that's left
'Cause we don't know what life is like to feel like bucking's all that's left, bet
Justice is just the drummer, give me four more
Cubicles and traffic jams is not what we were born for
Tour more, just to get to word out to my people
Soon as that record touch that needle
Somebody tell somebody to get bodies in the building
Somebody's gonna have to be a witness to the killing
Somebody tell somebody to get bodies in the place
Somebody tell that bouncer to get outta my face
Fu-fu-fu-fuck out the way
Fu-fu-fu-fuck out the way
Get, get, get, get, fuck
Get, get, fuck, fuck out the way
Peace to militants
Greeting from me and my Kasamas
And peace to those who got you when the others didn't bother
Peace to baby mamas who don't ever break the code
And fuck a deadbeat dad, you fucking up the mold
Cold when I get up on that stage and throw down
And when I start my verses you might never hear a sound
'Cause every ear stuck on every word from Big Buck
Walking down Canal with a super big gun (aha)
Go ahead and stop me, go ahead and frisk me
Go ahead and test me, see if I'on get busy
Billy club packing NYPD, get rushed
Same for LAPD, don't ever say what's up
What's up is I'm a menace from the southern part of Cali'
Used to cruise the Laurel Canyon valley in a Caddy
Kick it, just to get the word out to my people
Soon as that record hit the needle
Somebody tell somebody to get bodies in the building
Somebody's gonna have to be a witness to the killing
Somebody tell somebody to get bodies in the place
Somebody tell that bouncer to get outta my face
Fu-fu-fu-fuck out the way
Fu-fu-fuck out the way
Fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu
Fuck out the way