RHYME

[Gregory V. Battle]

"Now Imma speak point blank and quite frank on my go around,
On the City of Devils where the welcome mat's a beatdown,
Four vs. One'n, billy clubbin' a brother's permitted,
56 lashes, poor bastard, and a cop gets aquitted.
Instead of justice, just-ice'em on the hush hush,
You've seen it, they mean it, now I'm fiending for a bum rush,
Situation, frustration, foul [fowl] like a chicken dumplin',
Static's a tactic black, so let me tell you something.
We're scratching the surface of prejudices evident,
Misinformed masses risking their asses for this incident?
NO, it's for other cops who've skipped sentence.
And is it really that senseless for one to use proper defenses.
My body's a temple, preserved by its own force,
Ivade my barricade and you can bet I'll destroy yours,
It's not a black/white question, just a test of human nature,
Have the thugs drop the clubs, and maybe then I'll debate you...."
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NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE
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G-BAttle
Groovy Productions in '92, SUCKAZZZZZZZZZZZZ