VERSE 1
Respect for authority, agree with the majority
Keep the peace, you should only be seen
And never heard, not a single word
Will come from your lips or they’ll rap the tips
Of your fingers with a ruler, you little grammar-schooler
Some rap the knuckles, either way your knees buckle
Stand up to injustice? Do that, you’ll get busted
Assume the position, it’s your life’s ambition
DIALOGUE
That all sounds well and good, but I’d rather…
Pull a knife! Take their
wallet!
Accountability is
what I’ll call it!
Pull a gun! Steal their
purse!
I don’t care if it
makes things worse!
VERSE 2
Words have failed, now your life has derailed
Now it’s punches and kicks, stones and sticks
Violence is the language of pain and anguish
Because the rules don’t apply to the suits and ties
The rules mean nothing when the shotgun’s pumping
Shells in the heads of the poor and underfed
It’s kill or be killed, I’ll die on this hill
It’s either you or them, who’d be better off dead?
DIALOGUE
I’d love to sing kumbaya with my killers, but I’d rather…
Pull a knife! Take their
wallets!
Accountability is
what I’ll call it!
Pull a gun! Steal their
purse!
I don’t care if it
makes things worse!
BRIDGE
Are they scared of the city? They made things shitty
Flooding the streets with guns and heat
Flooding the veins with heroin, cocaine
Cutting the funding, now the cops go hunting
Expect obedience? That shit’s so devious
Has the opposite effect of what it all meant
What’s the use? You got nothing left to lose
Nothing’s more dangerous than a bullet up their anus!
CHORUS
Pull a knife! Take their wallet!
Accountability is what I’ll call it!
Pull a gun! Steal their purse!
I don’t care if it makes things worse!
Do it like Robin Hood! Do it like Luigi!
Scrape their remains off the sidewalk with a squeegee!
They created a monster! Created a killer!
They debate all they want, but it’s background filler!
Pull a knife!
Pull a gun!
Pull a bazooka!
It’s the end of the world, let’s have some fun!
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