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Rage Against The Machine - Fuck The Police lyrics

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Good Evening,

We wanna just quickly send a nice friendly message
to uh, Fraternal Order of Police in Philadelphia.

Here is smth nice & friendly,
Here is smth nice & friendly,
Here is smth nice & friendly,
and it goes smth like this.

F*ck tha police,
Comin straight out the underground.
Young nigga got it bad cuz I am brown,
And not the other color so police think,
They have the authority to kill a minority.

F*ck that shit, cuz I aint tha one,
For a punk mutha f*cka with a badge & a gun,
To be beatin on, & throwin in jail.
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell.

F*ckin with me cuz I am a teenager,
With a little bit of gold & a pager.
Searchin my car, lookin for the product.
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics.

You would rather see me in the pen,
Then me & Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo.
Beat tha police outta shape,
And when I am finished, bring the yellow tape,
To mark off the scene of the slaughter.
No controller, bread & water.

A young nigga on a warpath,
And when I am finished, it is going to be a bloodbath,
Of cops, dyin in L. A.

Yo, I got somethin to say.
F*ck the police,
Comon! Off, What?
F*ck the police,
Yea!
Comon!
F*ck tha police,
Yea.

F*ck The police,
Comin straight from the underground.
Young nigga got it bad cuz I am brown,
And not the other color so police think,
They have the authority to kill a minority.

F*ck that shit, cuz I aint tha one,
For a punk mutha f*cka with a badge & a gun,
To be beatin on, & throwin in jail.
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell.

F*ckin with me cuz I am a teenager,
With a little bit of gold & a pager.
Searchin my car, lookin for the product.
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics.

You would rather see me in the pen,
Then me & Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo.
Beat tha police outta shape,
And when I am finished, bring the yellow tape,
To mark off the scene of the slaughter.
No controller, bread & water.

I do not know if they fags or what,
Search a nigga down & grabbin in the nuts.
And on the other hand, without a gun they can´t get none.
But don´t let it be a black & a white one.
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top,
Black police showin out for the white cop.

Yea, my brothas will swarm,
On any mutha f*cka in a blue uniform.
Just cuz we in Washington D.C, punk police are afraid of me.
Hey!

Punk on a warpath,
And when I am finished, it is going to be a bloodbath,
Of cops, dyin in L. A.

Hey yo, We got somethin to say.
F*ck the police,
Comon, sing that shit,
Right now,
Comon!
Comon!
One more time,
Here we go, here we go,
Comon!
One More, We´ve got to do it, right now,
Yea,
Check it out.

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