F**k tha Police (Live at the benefit concert for Mumia Abu Jamal, Washington, D.C. - August 1995) lyrics

[Intro]
Good evening
We want to just quickly send a nice friendly message to the, uh, Fraternal Order of Police in Philadelphia
Here's something nice and friendly
Here's something nice and friendly
Here's something nice and friendly
It goes a little something like this

[Verse 1]
f*ck the police comin' straight out the underground
A young n*gga got it bad 'cause I'm brown
And not the other color, so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
f*ck that sh*t, 'cause I ain't the one
For a punk motherf*cker with a badge and a gun
To be beaten on and thrown in jail
We can go toe-to-toe in the middle of a cell
f*ckin' with me 'cause I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin' my car...
... is sellin' narcotics
You'd rather see me in the pen
Than me and Lorenzo chillin' in a Benz-o
... out of shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To mark off the scene of the slaughter
Still getting swole off bread and water...
A young n*gga on the warpath
And when I'm finished, know there's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops dying in L.A
Yo, I got something to say
[Chorus]
f*ck the police, come on, uh, what
f*ck the police, yeah, come on
f*ck the police, yeah

[Verse 2]
f*ck the police comin' straight out the underground
A young n*gga got it bad 'cause I'm brown
And not the other color, so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
f*ck that sh*t, 'cause I ain't the one
For a punk motherf*cker with a badge and a gun
To be beaten on and thrown in jail
We can go toe-to-toe in the middle of a cell
f*ckin' with me 'cause I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin' my car, lookin' for the product
Thinkin' every n*gga is sellin' narcotics
You'd rather see me in the pen
Than me and Lorenzo chillin' in a Benz-o
... out of shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To mark off the scene of the slaughter
Gonna get swole off bread and water
I don't know if they fags or what
Search a n*gga down and grabbing his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun, they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
'Cause they'll slam ya down to the street top
Black police showing out for the white cop
Yeah, this brother will swarm
On any motherf*cker in a blue uniform
Just 'cause we in Washington D.C
Punk police are afraid of me, word
Brother on the warpath
When I'm gonna finish, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops dying in L.A
Ayo, we got something to say
[Chorus]
f*ck the police
Come on, sing that sh*t loud, come on
Come on, one more time, here we go, here we go
Come on, one more, we gotta do it right now, come on
Yeah, check it out