DJ Provoke and the F.U. Crew - "Ice Agent Lies" || Rap Music / Protest Music

Описание: RIYL (Recommended If You Like): Public Enemy, Boogie Down Productions, early Run The Jewels, 1987 East Coast, not having armed terrorists roaming your neighborhood

Lyrics:

Yeah.
You did this.
We see you.
And you on the hook, you punk bitches.

Middle fingers up to them ICE agent lies,
You Kick down doors, then you wonder why we rise,
Cold raids, cold hearts, cold dead eyes,
ICE in my sights, see the people mobilize.

Yo in these northern states, where the winters stay mean,
the coldest thing here is the way you intervene,
Unmarked vans creeping for peace
But it look like a war when you huntin’ the weak.
Untrained goons with some guns and dumb grins,
“just doin’ your job” while you beating up my kin,
Mom’s on the floor, kids afraid to go to school,
Red white blue swastika tattooed fools

You don’t protect, you extract, you erase,
Call it border defense get the fuck out my face
Courts rubber-stampin’ the boots on our necks,
Then they shocked when the people say “no more respect.”

Middle fingers up to them ICE agent lies,
You Kick down doors, then you wonder why we rise,
Cold raids, cold hearts, cold dead eyes,
ICE in my sights, see the people mobilize.

This ain’t about safety, it’s power and fear,
Who gets to belong and who they fucking disappear.
You feed on misery, call it “the law,”
But them laws been crooked since they spilled out your jaw
Helicopters humming overhead in the sky,
Every siren a lesson: comply or fucking die,
You say “criminal,” but ain't no warrant for crime
Keep talking that shit while I piss right in your eyes.

Minneapolis fed up, cause they remember the past,
How the law crack first, and ask them questions last,
You storm our fucking block, then you mad we fighting back,
But pressure make noise that’s a motherfucking fact.

No agitator talk, don’t sell me them lies,
New names, different city, all the families cry,
If peace is your goal, stop bringin’ more and more,
You push and you push and we gonna show you war.

This that scream-in-the-street, veins out the neck,
This that “we some fucking humans” demandin’ some respect,
We ain’t askin’ permission to mourn or to rage,
History got your name bitch, now we turnin’ the page.
Every chant a refusal, every march a “fuck you”,
You can’t freeze freedom, and you can’t stop truth,
From the South to the North, everybody know the deal:
When the law hunts people, people get real fucking real.

Middle fingers up to them ICE agent lies,
You Kick down doors, then you wonder why we rise,
Cold raids, cold hearts, cold dead eyes,
ICE in my sights, see the people mobilize.

This ain’t anti-order.
It’s anti-terror.
Look me in the eyes.
You gonna know my name.

All lyrics Jason Preu. https://jpreu.com
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