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[Verse 1: Killer Mike]

Cops in the ghetto they move like the Gestapo

Drunk off their power and greed, they often hostile

My little homie talked shit back and they beat him bad

That boy in the hospital now he's lookin' bad

And I'm with his momma and dad we lookin' sad

My own mama called me said "Baby I'm just glad

They ain't put they hands on my child and kill his ass.

Please don’t rap about that shit 'fore they murder your black ass!"

It's drones over Brooklyn, you blink you could get tooken

And now you're understanding the definition of "Crooklyn"

Pigs on parade but bacon fryin' and cookin,

Cause kids tired of dying and walkin' round like they shooken'

Cause we smoke sour to deal with the paranoia

That they charge by the hour, can't hire the Jewish lawyer

Cause if you ain't Jigga or Puff you doin' time

And even then you might get ten, word to Shyne

[Hook]

Do dope fuck hope (x2)

[Verse 2: El-P]

You don't wanna look into my big crystal balls, suck the future

We'll moonwalk through flames with a brain on stupid

Camouflage toughies'll touch your tufts roughly

Fluff your flat permanent, lump you up ruthless

Then laugh while you're humming the tune of bruised movements

That took a few too many tabs to prove lucid

(Everything compute?) Nah the truth is too tangled

And even a satellite sees at one angle

Burners radiate smoke 'till all's motionless

Hope? Nah, ha ha, slow down with the jokin' shit

So inappropriate, right behind your ears is a what?

Look: ta-dah! The sound of your hopelessness

I can feel it too, from the ground rising up in us

Right above the clouds there's a shroud there to smother us

Make a sane man walk around with a blunderbuss

Peel another round, make a sound that is thunderous

[Hook]