Producer: The Prophecy The Antydote
Part 1: All Of The Kings
[Verse 1]
Say God rest the soul of Fred Hampton, Huey P and Panthers
I wonder who gave Stoke the cancer
That’s a question government’ll never answer
When you preach that black power, makin’ them whites cower
The CIA go in the ghetto plantin' some white powder
Now how did that get there? Magic like Dwight Howard
Watch it and devour every minute, every hour
We fallen like the towers that was built by bricks
How ironic that the projects is gettin’ killed by bricks
Cops cover more corners for crack sales
Back to packed jails, half the black males they don’t hafta blackmail
Tell my homie we should make a change
But he just wanna make some change so he can make it rain
It’s a shame cause all the king’s horses and all the king’s men
And all the king’s queens know all the kings’ dead
[Hook]
Down the with the king
Come on baby
Down the with the king
They don’t hear me cryin’
Down the with the king
They don’t hear me child
Down the with the king
They don’t hear me cryin’
So what I’m gonna do?
[Verse 2]
Say god bless the soul of brother Malcolm and [?]
See they can kill the body but they can’t kill the soul, live on forever
Even though the spirit rise they can never divide
I pray I marry a lady as strong as Betty Shabazz
If not, I can’t deal with her
Fake hair, fake nails but she say she want a real nigga
Called herself a real bitch who just lookin’ for love
I guess she plannin’ to find it every night in the club
She said show me the cash and we could do it tonight
Now she stay on the pill and we can do what we like
I ask darlin’, don’t you want some more outta life?
She said closer your eyes and turn down the light
Cause all the king’s horses and all the king’s men
And all the king’s queens know all the kings’ dead
[Hook]
Part 2: FTP
[Hook 1]
Don’t want me in the sreets but in the jail
Supposed to keep the peace but give me hell
My people sayin’ FTP, my people sayin’ FTP
[Verse 1]
Middle finger to the crooked cops
Middle finger to the crooked chiefs
My niggas said the day that he ain’t gotta keep the piece
Be the same day police learn to keep the peace
Pull me over cause you say I look suspicious huh
Let me guess, young and black is the description huh?
Only crime that I'm guilty of is bein’ me
I know I ain’t a slave but I damn sure ain’t free
When I was younger cops raided our house
Pullin’ guns and yellin’ “everybody get on the ground”
Had my parents naked layin’ floor touchin’ they face
Just to have the wrong people and raid the wrong place
That’s when the cops was lookin’ like the robbers to me
Got my licence then your car started followin’ me
But my wallet’s not a gun so before you kill the innocent
Leave the Trayvons alone and focus on the Zimmermans
[Hook 2]
Don’t want me in the sreets but in the jail
Supposed to keep the peace but give me hell
My people sayin’ FTP (fuck the police)
My people sayin’ FTP (fuck the police)
Bitch
[Verse 1]
Say God rest the soul of Fred Hampton, Huey P and Panthers
I wonder who gave Stoke the cancer
That’s a question government’ll never answer
When you preach that black power, makin’ them whites cower
The CIA go in the ghetto plantin' some white powder
Now how did that get there? Magic like Dwight Howard
Watch it and devour every minute, every hour
We fallen like the towers that was built by bricks
How ironic that the projects is gettin’ killed by bricks
Cops cover more corners for crack sales
Back to packed jails, half the black males they don’t hafta blackmail
Tell my homie we should make a change
But he just wanna make some change so he can make it rain
It’s a shame cause all the king’s horses and all the king’s men
And all the king’s queens know all the kings’ dead
[Hook]
Down the with the king
Come on baby
Down the with the king
They don’t hear me cryin’
Down the with the king
They don’t hear me child
Down the with the king
They don’t hear me cryin’
So what I’m gonna do?
[Verse 2]
Say god bless the soul of brother Malcolm and [?]
See they can kill the body but they can’t kill the soul, live on forever
Even though the spirit rise they can never divide
I pray I marry a lady as strong as Betty Shabazz
If not, I can’t deal with her
Fake hair, fake nails but she say she want a real nigga
Called herself a real bitch who just lookin’ for love
I guess she plannin’ to find it every night in the club
She said show me the cash and we could do it tonight
Now she stay on the pill and we can do what we like
I ask darlin’, don’t you want some more outta life?
She said closer your eyes and turn down the light
Cause all the king’s horses and all the king’s men
And all the king’s queens know all the kings’ dead
[Hook]
Part 2: FTP
[Hook 1]
Don’t want me in the sreets but in the jail
Supposed to keep the peace but give me hell
My people sayin’ FTP, my people sayin’ FTP
[Verse 1]
Middle finger to the crooked cops
Middle finger to the crooked chiefs
My niggas said the day that he ain’t gotta keep the piece
Be the same day police learn to keep the peace
Pull me over cause you say I look suspicious huh
Let me guess, young and black is the description huh?
Only crime that I'm guilty of is bein’ me
I know I ain’t a slave but I damn sure ain’t free
When I was younger cops raided our house
Pullin’ guns and yellin’ “everybody get on the ground”
Had my parents naked layin’ floor touchin’ they face
Just to have the wrong people and raid the wrong place
That’s when the cops was lookin’ like the robbers to me
Got my licence then your car started followin’ me
But my wallet’s not a gun so before you kill the innocent
Leave the Trayvons alone and focus on the Zimmermans
[Hook 2]
Don’t want me in the sreets but in the jail
Supposed to keep the peace but give me hell
My people sayin’ FTP (fuck the police)
My people sayin’ FTP (fuck the police)
Bitch
more tracks from the album
From the album
- Save Our Souls (2012)
Add-2 popular songs
- Modern Day Coons
- Assassination of Add-2
- Cotton Fields
- Mic Jack
- The Almighty Add-2
- Tale Of Two Citiez Freestyle
- Iron Mic
- Bomber & a Fly Chick
- Ghetto Dreams Freestyle
- Death Of Chicago
- The Glorious
- Eulogy
- Runnin’
- Club Church/Club Hell
- The Ugly Side of Beautiful
- It’s OK
- They Call It
- Rings & Crowns
- Couples Therapy
- Knock Knock
- Get Up Get Down
- Paper
- Reset
- Die