[Intro: Jonathan Emile]
This one is dedicated to the murderers of Fredy Villanueva, Mike Brown, Trayvon Martin
Eric Garner and too many others to name
May God judge you accordingly
Good luck with that one
[Chorus: Jonathan Emile & Kendrick Lamar]
You see, the beast starts sprayin', that's what I'm sayin', dem not playin'
Lord, Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
(Kendrick Lamar on the track, Shout out to Emile, what's happenin', homie?)
(We marchin' in the streets right now, yeah)
See di man dem pon di corner, gun cocked, ready to draw
When dem face in front of Jah, God
Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem (Yeah, it's Jonathan Emile, weak, yeah)
[Verse 1: Jonathan Emile]
Feast your eyes, realize as one
That the police are just people with guns
I mean people with funds and guns given the power of blood
To lick a shot inna di street and get your people to run, son
And when a cop dies, we all mortified
But when a cop kills, he don't need no alibi
I'm not sayin' that they should be flawless
I'm tellin' you the world is lawless, because we got
Young knuckleheads power trippin' with they tools
And who they servin' and protectin'? Brother, not you
Not true? Why you think dem call dem babylon?
'Cause them just agents of a system
Twist one up, get your fist up in the air
Diallo, Bell, and Villanueva, I say a prayer
I wonder, do they include all the police murders
When they go and calculate the murder rate each year?
This one is dedicated to the murderers of Fredy Villanueva, Mike Brown, Trayvon Martin
Eric Garner and too many others to name
May God judge you accordingly
Good luck with that one
[Chorus: Jonathan Emile & Kendrick Lamar]
You see, the beast starts sprayin', that's what I'm sayin', dem not playin'
Lord, Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
(Kendrick Lamar on the track, Shout out to Emile, what's happenin', homie?)
(We marchin' in the streets right now, yeah)
See di man dem pon di corner, gun cocked, ready to draw
When dem face in front of Jah, God
Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem (Yeah, it's Jonathan Emile, weak, yeah)
[Verse 1: Jonathan Emile]
Feast your eyes, realize as one
That the police are just people with guns
I mean people with funds and guns given the power of blood
To lick a shot inna di street and get your people to run, son
And when a cop dies, we all mortified
But when a cop kills, he don't need no alibi
I'm not sayin' that they should be flawless
I'm tellin' you the world is lawless, because we got
Young knuckleheads power trippin' with they tools
And who they servin' and protectin'? Brother, not you
Not true? Why you think dem call dem babylon?
'Cause them just agents of a system
Twist one up, get your fist up in the air
Diallo, Bell, and Villanueva, I say a prayer
I wonder, do they include all the police murders
When they go and calculate the murder rate each year?
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