The Longshots
The Longshots - Audioriot lyrics
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[Voice:] This should be played at high volume Preferably in a residential area [Crayon:] As we proceed to give you what you need -You're quite hostile (repeatedly), -Longshots (crowd, while marching) [Rock Shabazz:] I'm on the project roof looking down over Gotham If it's real quiet I can hear the block plotting To solve all they problems with Glocks and revolvers They strugglin and starvin It's hard cause they looking for jobs but there are none Drunk and they sparking blunts Plus they talking tough when a car roll up full of cops Tryna lock brothers up Tried calming 'em down but a voice out the crowd said [Crayon:] Yo Get 'em (Rush 'em) Hit 'em (Bust 'em) Don't let 'em get away, coward wanna run away Always tryna act hard when he get up in my face But he'll soon find out Longshots don't play! [Rock Shabazz:] Nobody want us to talk so we 'gon lash out Nobody want us to shine so we 'gon black out Send all the wolves out, in the middle of the street Uprising over beats cause we gotta eat There's a riot going on This ain't Sly and The Family Stone When it's on yo it's on [Rock Shabazz:] My spider sense tingles on the streets where criminals mingle Terrorizing people for the root of evil Illegal life corrupts the block Corrupts the kids, blow up their Glocks Go up for bids, come back on their block Ten years later, hardened criminals ghetto Geppettos Getting their Pinocchios to peddle product Since they sold weed to my cousin (But she's only eleven) Now they got sixty seconds to evacuate the block Before I come back and get 'em with the Glock That is kept inside the box in my room Word is bond, niggaz doomed Losers refusing to choose a solution They blues on the same Black problems of the past Still riot and picket, buying lottery tickets On the first of the month we gon all get evicted But this a new day, predators turn to prey Better run away cause I heard a voice out the crowd say Yo Get 'em (Rush 'em) Hit 'em (Bust 'em) Get 'em (Rush 'em) Hit 'em (Bust 'em) Ain't no discussion, we're sick of the lies We gon find 'em and fight 'em wherever they hide Under pressure and stress never know who's gon explode When your life is a mess and you're left to fight alone With the murderers and rapists Nothing ever changes It all stays the same and we ain't gonna take it There's a riot going on This ain't Sly and the Family Stone When it's on yo it's on! I'm sitting on a bench in Baisley park Any minute you could see a fiend or a narc Stick up kids come out after dark Lift up lids when the calico spark Yo these kids get happy when school let out Only to get home if they survive the shoot out Pull some loot out Drug dealers try to impress 'em That's why they adolescents falling deep in depression Afraid of the world that's afraid of them Molesting little girls that made them men Crack pipe, serynges then aids came in Homicide's on the rise Chances are slim You aint never guaranteed to see the hood again So many gone for good I lost so many friends The streets are so intense, the beef is so immense It's something like a game, lose can't roll again