Killer Mike & El-P - DDFH Lyrics
[Verse 1: Killer Mike]Cops in the ghetto they move like the gestapoDrunk off their power and greed, they often hostileMy little homie talked shit back and they beat him badThat boy in the hospital now he's lookin' badAnd I'm with his momma and dad they lookin' sadMy own mama called me said "Baby I'm just gladThe ain't put they hands on my child and his his assPlease don't rap about that before they murder your black ass!"It's drones over Brooklyn, you blink you could get tookenAnd 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 paranoiaThat they charge by the hour, can't hire the Jewish lawyerCause if you ain't Jigga or Puff you doin' timeAnd 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 futureWe'll moonwalk through flames with a brain on stupidCamouflage toughies'll touch your tufts roughlyFluff your flat permanent, lump you up ruthlessThen laugh while you're humming the tune of bruised movementsThat took a few too many tabs to prove lucid(Everything compute?) Nah the truth is too tangledAnd even a satellite sees at one angleBurners radiate smoke 'till all's motionlessHope? Nah, ha ha, slow down with the jokin' shitSo inappropriate, right behind your ears is a waht?Look: ta-dah! The sound of your hopelessnessI can feel it too, from the ground rising up in usRight above the clouds there's a shroud there to smother usMake a sane man walk around with a blunderbussPeel another round, make a sound that is thunderous[Hook]
