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lirik lagu call the law – mc zappa

[intro]

call the cops
call the cops
call the cops
call the cops

there he is, officer! that’s the one!

[verse 1: mc zappa]

apparently familiarity breeds contempt
so i suppose none of us could ever be exempt

we don’t have to guess or approximate
to see that many are festerin’ toxic hate

and they refuse to listen to facts
so they keep on dissin’ and dismissin’ the blacks

they gonna call the police until we all are deceased
huh; a white glarе, could turn into a nightmare

you feel irrational fear when blacks arе near
thinkin’ i’m out of place, and it gives you a sour taste
for absolutely no good reason at all
you feel the need for police and you call

just because zap seems to be a black teen
you assume that i’m a robber or a crack fiend

operatin’ from a flawed assumption
hot d*mn, you got a lotta gall and gumption

henry louis gates in a gated community
called the cops on him, ‘cuz they was assumin’ he

couldn’t possibly live in a place that nice
wouldn’t have ever happened if his face was white

even if i’m wearin’ a tuxedo suit
you still see nothin’ but a thug negro brute

my black skin makes you think i’m shady actin
(got a problem?) ya betta call the law

[chorus]

call the law…call the law! (2x)

[interlude]
but you’re not black. remember, we only k!ll black people
yeah, we only k!ll black people, right?
all the videos you’ve seen, have you seen black people get k!lled? you have

[verse 2: mc zappa]

different clothes, but same mentality hate
the combination increases our mortality rate

that’ll be great, ‘cuz to them we’re all ghetto thugs
they wanna stomp us out like palmetto bugs

and hold a gun to ya face just because of ya race
mad badge abuse; yo, they only too glad to shoot

hands up, they still respond with a full clip
that ain’t the way, so stop with the bullsh*t!

servin’ as the jury and judge of your fate
the gun is a gavel; it ain’t even up for debate

black blood, they love spillin’ every drop
when will it stop? never wit’ american cops

don’t reach in your glove compartment ‘cuz they
love to start sh*t wit’ us, and hit us wit’ slugs and rounds
black people dyin’, they love the sound
they figure the trigger will put us under the ground quicker

make a wrong move, and they’ll shoot ya fatally
if you lucky they lock you up, and throw away the key

from everything that we saw and witnessed
law enforcement is a lawless business

the attitude makes all the difference
but what they think of us is mad asynchronous

just for the simple fact that my skin is black
better get the gat… and call the law

[chorus]
call the law…call the law! (x2)

[interlude]

they “accidentally” shoot mo’ n*ggas out here than anyplace in the world!
every time you pick up the paper, “n*gga accidentally shot in the ass”
how do you “accidentally” shoot a n*gga six times in the chest?

[verse 3: mc zappa]

just anotha black brotha marginalized
yo, but what the h*ll; i’m hardly surprised

“post*racial america”? you outta ya d*mn head
every day, they k!ll another black man dead

america has got a history of bigotry
so they keep f*ckin’ us over like polygamy

some minds are blind to the prejudice
but yo, you need evidence? look at the president

and then tell me that everything’s okay
i don’t buy it, nope, nohow; no way

as they all wonder what’s under my waistband
don’t tell me this sh*t ain’t about race, man

face the facts that they hate the blacks
‘cuz mad cops’ll shoot but n0body will prosecute

to you, a black life’s inconsequential
but to us, we see it as lost potential

a large percentage of males are in prison or jail
what can you do when the system keeps f*ckin’ witchu?

k!ll a black and get suspended wit’ pay
that shows our value at the end of the day

yo, it still isn’t okay to be black
silence; there ain’t nothin’ you can say to me back

post*racial america, i’m callin’ ya d*mn bluff
so get the handcuffs… and call the law

- mc zappa

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