Pork and Beef

Lyrics

[Intro: T-K.A.S.H.] Yeah, it's all good, man, we off in the Oakland Hills Dodging 'em one time, check it out [Hook: T-K.A.S.H.] If you got beef with C-O-P's Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's 'Cause they be harassing you and me Ya gotta understand that we still not free If you got beef with C-O-P's Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's 'Cause they be harassing you and me Ya gotta understand that we still not free [Verse 1: T-K.A.S.H.] Don't trust the police – no justice, no peace They got me face down in the middle of the street Pistol whip me with the heat, chicken shit's Sizzlean Trying to serve me the all-you-can-eat murder beef I'm a young, black, heterosexual male Don't drink drank, don't smoke, don't sell That's the real reason why they want me up in jail They want me to fail, I resist and rebel See I give a fuck about the C-O-P's, P-I-G's I wonder if I can shake em' like a P-I-T 'Cause they wanna see me D-I-E Tomie Kash, UnderMobb, I'm a pre-O.G.  Dark Soviet socialist, vicious, venomous vocalist Chrome 4-4 toting, holding it down for Oakland Folks do be smoking and shit, we do what we holding Some just don't notice, they get demoted Throw 'em Molotov Music [Hook: T-K.A.S.H.] If you got beef with C-O-P's Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's 'Cause they be harassing you and me Ya gotta understand that we still not free If you got beef with C-O-P's Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's 'Cause they be harassing you and me Ya gotta understand that we still not free [Scratch Break: Pam The Funkstress] "Come on, word, word" "Come on, word, word" "Come on, word, word" "Come on, word, word" [Verse 2: Boots Riley] This is for them ladies with them empty plates For that raised rent that you didn't calculate If you ever in your life been a ward of the state, on the corner with cake If they send an undercover and you took the bait, huh Next time I see 'em, with no hesitation,  I'm peeling off like stolen registration And leave a dot of smoke; see, I'm that sort of folk That they been hunting since my mama's fucking water broke 'Cause they the henchmen – nah, they the lynch men Between the rich and poor, so we don't entrench them 'Cause they dispense with the dollars and cents So when you stand – go get candles, flowers, and incense Behind steel gates is fifty percent of our bill rates Up in Quentin making microchips for Bill Gates Pelican Bay, T-shirts for the workout Police station where the slave-catchers lurk out Listen to the thunder, I'm no more taking under routes We'll synchronize and give 'em shit to wonder 'bout The DEA is filthy, yell "Not Guilty" We need control of the cash and the realty And get rid of all the motherfucking parasites More than weed burn at 420 Fahrenheit Shaking in they boots when we start to bust They ain't scared of rap music, they scared of us [Hook: T-K.A.S.H.] If you got beef with C-O-P's Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's 'Cause they be harassing you and me Ya gotta understand that we still not free If you got beef with C-O-P's Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's 'Cause they be harassing you and me Ya gotta understand that we still not free