Talk Like This - K Rino

They be asking why we mad, still treating us bad

Cause we fighting for a freedom that none of us never had

Told that lie like you was all holy and sanctified

Wanna lock us up for selling narcotics that they supply

Now the whole world’s bracing, tension is escalating

Racial hating is what’s making us bust with no hesitation

It ain’t nothing new, catch-22 is your position

Watch them redneck Christians, killing you is their religion

Time to brrrrrr stick em, Peter roll em and kick em

I’m sick of the rapist tryna blame the rape on the victim

And the question that I’m asking you happens to be

If we on the same team how come you tackling me?

No need to answer, that was rhetorical, telling historical (lies) sick from the

thought of you why, actions are horrible

Pop your sister and brother then cover it up

It’s time to kill them, we done killed each other enough

Come on, everybody Start getting scared when I talk like this

Politicians start getting mad when I talk like this

See some of y’all ain’t gonna move till your ass gets hit

Some of y’all ain’t gonna move till your ass gets hit

Come with that wack talk, you get packed off the asphalt

Ma, this year I had to cut a lot of cats out

Firecracker ass in the mouth, ready to blast out

You ain’t down, we’re snatching that fake poppa mask off

And it’s sad man, you don’t wanna know where my cash ranks

My tolerance is low like the average ghetto gas tanks

And they already said the violence in the music is influencing you to shoot em,

you might as well do it

Get you, apprehend you, take you down to the jail

All of a sudden now you dangling in your cell

Check it, the whole world hate this is country we in

So if you join the army we probably won’t see you again

I’m with the gangsters, the NOI and my Mexican pals

Ain’t nobody paying attention to Jesse and Al

Same puppets that was calling for the National Guard

To mob through ya hood and snatch your ass out your yard

See, the body cam didn’t save Sam

The racist pig didn’t give a damn, pulled his gun and blam blam

Shot him in the head, tried to speed away but DOA

Then the other pigs came and asked the cop was he OK

See, that’s the kind of dirty ass stuff we see today

What can you tell his family, far be it for me to say

We can pray, protest, hoping these people pay

But the judges are gonna exonerate him either way

You tripping over rap beefs and caught up in fashion

And who’s smashing the Kardashian, the art of distraction

Where the drink, where the 'dro at, big talking and flashing

But when some real shit happen you never part of the action

When they hear you bragging about ya past swingers, they laughing

Cause they own the same property you sitting in trapping

Kill your enemy, don’t love him, best lesson I ever had

And when a dirty cop get his blasted, I’m never sad