[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 %#@! back and they beat him bad
That boy in the hospital now he's lookin' bad

And I'm with his momma and dad they lookin' sad
My own mama called me said "Baby I'm just glad
The ain't put they hands on my child and his his $$#

Please don't rap about that before they murder your black $$#!"
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 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 10, word to Shyne


[Hook]
Do dope $#&@ 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' %#@!

So inappropriate, right behind your ears is a waht?
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]