Protective Custody Lyrics - Company Flow

{dante of (mood)} 

Yo, move recite chapters 

Rappers write scripts for actors 

Don't rap about the facts, till they attack the catch 

Handcuff the shackel, stand up get tackled 

The featers of your leaders heaters on their adam's apple 

Keep quiet, be silent the sphere no weak vibe 

We defy, a new in it root, for street wise 

Got to stop it, and taxes for guns, wars and wackers 

Puttin prophet's in their pockets 

And lock it till I promise 

{dante & main flow (of mood)} 

Mf: they stoled knots, hold spots, trapped in the road block 

Dt: we globetrot, we roll pop, running from old cops 

Mf: the whole shots, cold plots, babylon's gold pot 

Dt: loan glocks, cold shots, set off like we sold rocks 

{main flow (of mood)} 

We dealing with narcs and cases 

Deaths over parking spaces 

Evil hearts are races, or higher dark places 

Brutality on mark faces, car chases 

Incarceration, unite so we can spark the nation 

{nine} 

You got the right to remain silent and at the same time 

You got the right to remain violent and aim nines 

They got no love for, just slugs for you 

Who want it? I fight back like a rat when he cornered 

Catch me at the light, windows tinted, 35 percent 

Breakin ya neck, to see who's in it 

What is my intent? trying to live, without the nonsense 

You dying to give 

{tiye phoenix} 

Yo yo, the spokesqueen, number one tiye phonenix 

The black venus demalo 

Dopper then tae bo, every man, woman and child know 

We unified force against the shooters of diallo 

And now there sure to lose like luther at the apollo 

For amistad to amadou, attacked in these streets 

The term cop really stands for cappin our peeps 

They shot a 40 round, are brother got slaughtered down 

We push thru the border now, jahad hold it born down 

{brezzly brewn' (of the juggaknots)} 

You wanna be a fuckin accident, the beast was barkin 

You wanna know how many accidents to rob a new yorker? 

And the possible attrocity, 

Millimeters from the kids set the glock 

With a ferocity, seemin as it's inbread 

While I stated innocent, but stressing it 

You sure that it was decolit, 

It could of been an isolated incident 

Nothing was found, no hard feelings I fight bad guys 

Strutting around like keith christ huttin the site 

Airtime 

{talib kweli} 

This goes out to mc's who used to rock in washington square park 

Now guiliani got it locked after dark, so he mastered the art 

Of livin the death, shadow is a, nuff of a battle 

To dodge the police, 

And have to rise above the trap of the barrel 

My people spill blood in the streets 

I'm never running from beast 

Can I get a response from all the revolutionaries in this piece? 

(yeah!!) 

What up, 'cause of the way we think they want to incarcerate us 

They think time will break us, but time won't break us 

{punchline} 

I rock a vest even when I take shots to the balls 

The type that write the word police on a unmarked car 

I resent you, gettin off easy if they suspend you 

I end you, hope they use your own gun against you 

It's all mental, my man died in the streets 

I'm pouring out liquor, until there's nuthin to drink 

That's how many cats died, slaid by the beast 

That night, 5-0 held caught in the streets 

*scratching by el p & mr. len of company flow* 

{el-p} 

Petrofied little venomist, school yard outcasts 

From disfunctional world of redneck garbage 

Community bitch out, seekin power over 

Confiscate from miniscule shit court 

And repress sexual activity style, 

Need of location when standing 

Spliff of the semi-retarted, or pro defensive 

Spontaneous violence and compasive lying 

Package dukes that has a lunchbox with a glock 

And ku klux decoder ring 

Who sing kumbaya to the tune of a man dying 

{jah-born (of medina green)} 

Y'all seen the front page? another black man slayed 

By the beast hit with a rain, or 4 glocks got sprayed 

Hey giuliani, was 41 shots necessary? 

Now my people's got to worry, bout the cops that be killin me 

Justice? all I see is just us 

Gettin knocked locked and bust, without a word discussed 

Nypd, should be nypig 

I don't deal with the swine, don't want swine dealin with me 

{what? what? } 

These shot happy motherfuckers legally ready to blaze 

With raised triggas and cocked back with plans to fake figgas 

Who black and innocent, fuck it let's get militant 

Run up in the precint, strapped with gats 

With full clips loaded, aimed at there heads 

Stay in the feds, double 20 plus one round to blood red 

Revenge, we must return to avenge my brother, we coming 

The first sister holdin the lead 

{john forte} 

El capitano keep my guns high 

I run from new york 'cause I'm alumni 

The fact I'm in it, half street, half academic 

I memorize my stash number, the flash number 

Ya pig stinch, plus your badge number 

Ya precinct, and the irish lad you served under 

I'm probaly grinding drugs, come from hittin the kitchen 

A black man in a pretty car will fit the description 

You gettin informed quick 

You racist fuck, I was born in it 

{mr. khaliyl} 

I seen it happen before, and it could happen again 

You on a block mine on your own and then you let by your friends 

'cause they ain't down to scrap, just wanna ride in your benz 

But when the cops is on the beat, that's when the party begins 

Like a karate picture, the way the mop the floor with ya 

All caught up in the heat, not a doctor can stitch you 

Nobody movin with you, 'cause you really ain't bout it 

Now there's fear in your heart, and there's blood in your mouth 

It's like something we never seen before 

It's almost like we dreamed it all 

Live or die, either or, my blood is what they fiending for 

My people's screamin for the justice we deserve 

Set 41 back, we leaving 22 in the curb 

*more scratching*