{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, cuz 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 cuz 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

Cuz 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, cuz 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*