Weapon Killah lyrics

by

Marley Marl


[Chorus]
f*ck the police, f*ck, f*ck (repeat x4)
f*ck THE POLICE!!!

[Intro: Tomb]
Go on, go on, scream, scream! I'm very sick and tired of your business, I hate that movie, f*ck you n*gga, shut your mouth n*gga, f*ck you!

[Interlude 1: Tomb]
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[Verse 1: Tomb]
They spin the web, that drinks their blood
That doesn't stop, when they think it's done
They live alone, swollen, with fear and pride
Looks at our entire life like we only here to die
Too afraid to fight hard for their own cause
If they have a slight thought, that's not like yours
The fear of loss, begins to run so strong
They can't see themselves, ever trying to win applause
Thinks the government, really give a f*ck about 'em
And corporations, ain't sucking the air up out 'em
Finish college and never extend their knowledge
Learned the only way to judge a man, is by his wallet
What kind of work he do, what kind of car he drive
Conforms to struggling, as just being a part of life
In more debt to society, than they care to believe
Thinks their pairs of jeans, is the american dream

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Stalker]
Always talking, but ain't saying sh*t
Every man a hater, every girl a b*tch
Got no paper, but they balling hard
Work for a n*gga but they call the shots
Ain't worried bout G-M-Os or, IQ's
Just 4G, THC, and Channel 2
Paparazzi, Tabloids and TMZ
Living vicariously through their TVs
Stubborn minded and misinformed
Like starting fire in a vicious storm
Hear some realness like this on
And quick to pick a different song
Soaking up lies of the make believe
From the rivers of the mainstream
Formulating facts without research
Like planting expensive seeds in cheap dirt
Naive and deceived by they teachers
Media, politicians, and preachers
Look at celebrities like their leaders
Placing themselves underneath 'em

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Nitemare]
One, two, Freddy's coming for you
Three, four, better lock your door
Five, six, grab your crucifix
Seven, eight, gonna stay up late
Nine, ten, never sleep again
Not that scary because I am a Middle Schooler
Freddy will come and get you at night getting faller
Close your eyes and erase everything that is in your mind
Then think where you wanna be and Freddy's in your dream to find
Freddy looking like a b*tch here is something even scarier
Written some book selling time for a old school choir
Burning church made funeral but I ain't no fire
Making a mind slept over the (??) and shower
Daughter's gonna stab you with the masonry trowel

[Chorus]

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