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by The Quits

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You won't let me sit down,
Won't let me leave
Won't give me no justice, and there's no peace
You asking me answers and I can't speak
I can't stand up
I can't breathe

First verse
No sudden movements
Or do it for my amusement
You kinda fit description and my partner wants to lose it.
If you ask us
We just providing a solution
Cause to me it seems the neighborhood can use some improvements

You and your "Fam" out here
Ain't nothing but pollutants
Keep all your big words
I know you speak that "Street" fluent
Tell me what "set" you rep
And all the people that you're cool with
So me and my team can do our job
And erase your influence

We know your motives
You in the streets for recruitment
And every single thug in a hoodie is a student
I know they got a weapon on their person
I ain't stupid
Got no issues filling them with lead
Like Magneto the Mutant

You've got Miranda's memorized
So why go through it
Keep arguing
Catch 5 in your back
In the confusion
I know it's drugs your selling
Know the lives that you've ruined
World is much better without you
Give me a reason to do it


Second verse
Save all your talk about your innocence
Your lies are holographic
Plus this grip on my hip
Will have your lips sing operatic
Have all the evidence I need
appear like it was magic
I'm the long arm of the law,
I got that reach, go-go gadget

Like every thug,
You cause havoc where you in inhabit
Pimp, pusher or prostitute
Derelict or an addict
I can push paperwork
have these charges cling like static
but "good people" are surrounded by your "stench"
And I have had it.

You and your kind out here
Multiplying like rabbits
I'm sick of your "drip", sick of your "wave"
Sick of your "ratchet"
Sick of your trap,
Sick of your entire demographic
I'm hoping to see the day
When you extinct, Jurassic.

Give me a reason
To try out this automatic,
Have this whole neighborhood
Look like a Jonestown graphic
With S.W.A.T. up and down you block
Looking like bad traffic
We just doing God's work
Ridding this world of every savage.




released January 23, 2020
M. Angelov, C. Bain, R. Tillo, J, Owens & F. Johnson


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