(Seinfeld intro) You said this would be better! Remember? That's what you said. I know I hate it too, I feel like an out-of-work porn star George I'm sorry, you gotta get a job! Dammit... I tried so hard and I got so far But I'm still stuck here in LinkedIn Park (yeah) Where there's pressure to just get a job And the messaging got me feeling desperate as fuck I tried so hard and I got so far But I'm still stuck here in LinkedIn Park Got no degree but the local P.D. want people like me Guess I'll go be a cop This the story of Bobby Yule He ain't go to no private school But Bobby always knew he wanted to be something cool See he ain't to that simp shit He wanna make a difference But ya mans need a Ambien 'cause having dreams is expensive White boy about average height Average family, average life But feelin' dumb 'cause his income's a lot less than the average White Catch Bobby on an average night Phone in hand, trance-like And that has an impact so you see where he gets that baggage right? What he be seeing on Twitter is that you cant talk no grown shit Until you got your own crib That's courtesy of these old heads See bobby never noticed Hustle culture's bogus Folks'll have you thinking if you broke you must be broken I tried so hard and I got so far But I'm still stuck here in LinkedIn Park (yeah) Where there's pressure to just get a job And the messaging got me feeling desperate as fuck I tried so hard and I got so far But I'm still stuck here in LinkedIn Park Got no degree but the local P.D. want people like me Guess I'll go be a cop In his room alone doom scrolling he saw a ad on IG He ain't know that his info told them he ain't have no degree It showed him how police his only chance at a salary Plus you get a badge as seen on TV And he remembered years back, he saw that reaction He knew from his faction that blue really wasn't really in fashion But mom only talked Blacks in the context of affirmative action So it ain't hard to imagine how he lacked that compassion And that thing about the badge Yo that carried mad weight 'cause Of course Law & Order don't come with no disclaimers And he ain't know about the pain when cops come through the door like Kramer He know Walker, Texas Ranger He know Benson and Stabler I tried so hard and I got so far But I'm still stuck here in LinkedIn Park (yeah) Where there's pressure to just get a job And the messaging got me feeling desperate as fuck I tried so hard and I got so far But I'm still stuck here in LinkedIn Park Got no degree but the local P.D. want people like me Guess I'll go be a cop (Seinfeld outro) So what are you saying? I don't know, ya know, what if... Drugs? You think he's on drugs? I don't know, all I know is he was sniffing. Well what else, was he nervous? Did he use a lot of slang? Did he use the word "man"? Ugh, he wasn't on drugs. Then why the sniffing? Who walks around (sniff sniff) sniffing? You still had no proof. Elaine he was sniffing like crazy around me! So what'd you do? Well I, I shot him...

Part 1: (Phone intro) Hello? They shot Jermaine! What? No. Little Jermaine? Yeah, little Jermaine, oh my god! I'm, I'm sick of this shit! Sick of this shit I'm sick of this shit Innocent kids is vics Ay, innocent kids is vics Sick of this shit Shit is absurd Y'all ain't heard? It's a sin to kill a mockingbird I'm sick of feeling like there's more misery in my future Because you just exist they get a license to shoot ya Shit is absurd Y'all ain't heard? (tell 'em) It's a sin to kill a mockingbird Sick of never feeling safe Or like a part of the human race Sick of the way they don't feel our pain 'til it turn into rage Sick of the powerlessness So we getting loud in this bitch No more powerlessness Yeah we getting loud in this bitch! Jermaine was so gentle Shit, he couldn't hurt a fly He ain't have that potential Plus he just a little guy right? He's so little, even in Timbs he like 5'5 So riddle me this You riddled him with bullets but why? Even back he was little boy we looked him and saw upside But you snatched away our joy Went and took away our pride, why? Got me like Ariana, no more tears left to cry So I see a stick, I'm picking it up And tonight we ride Sick of this shit I'm sick of this shit Innocent kids is vics Ay, innocent kids is vics Sick of this shit Shit is absurd Y'all ain't heard? It's a sin to kill a mockingbird I'm sick of feeling like there's more misery in my future Because you just exist they get a license to shoot ya Shit is absurd Y'all ain't heard? (tell 'em) It's a sin to kill a mockingbird Jermaine, now he a Mockingjay And not in the ironic way Now see how we get it poppin' bae From Rockaway to Osaka Bay Mock-Mock-Mockingjay For Jermaine get it poppin' ay! Whole squad a block away So y'all should walk away Mock-Mock-Mockingjay For Jermaine get it poppin' ay! (Mock-Mock-Mockingjay For Jermaine get it poppin' ay!) Mock-Mock-Mockingjay For Jermaine get it poppin' ay! (Mock-Mock-Mockingjay For Jermaine get it poppin' ay!) Part 2: (Intro) We are gathered here today On the one year anniversary To remember Jermaine And to make sure he didn't die in vain We've been saying for years that we need to defund And now it appears that we got another reason Same shit, different day Just another rerun Same whip, different way Fuck that, we done We taking our money and running this is our goverment And now with just 15% of their budget We got all of the OG's to round up their young'uns To a peace-type summit where we had a discussion Gave 'em jobs 'cause y'all we're building trust here Now we got a Peace Force made of people who grew up here Not just old white dudes, we ain't the Buccaneers And crime has plummeted bruh, what a year! 'Cause with the rest of the overinflated budget We flooded the streets with professionals able to help people that's struggling Then we took care of housing and that about does it Lowest crime rate in the whole United States But you'd never know that from the news coverage (News outro) Today marks one year since those now familiar illegal barricades went up around a large portion of the Bedford-Stuyvesant neighborhood in Brooklyn. You'll recall that after the justified shooting of Jermaine Washington, protestors and armed anarchists staged a brutal coup and seized control of the area they call "Free Bed-Stuy" and for an entire year residents have had to live in fear...

(News intro) But some good news today as police and federal leaders are putting an end to the lawlessness, and the "Free Bed-Stuy" experiment is finally coming to an end. For Channel 6, I'm April O'Neil. They had me down but I'm glad to be back I always come around like Modern Family dads So kids gather 'round Manny write this down There's a new sheriff and he coming to our town But watch how the plot thickens You'll never guess who the cop is The same bitch who killed Jermaine with no consequence You know they planned this and they coming for all of us So I'm socially anarchist but I'm fiscally communist 'Cause that Ku Klux Kaucus is always on the scene And they try play it cool, that's a Fonzie Scheme All these crooks in Brooklyn That's y'all regime I miss B.I.G. Wish it was all a dream In Red, White and Blue there's no room for Black is it? These the bright new colors of fascism Coming soon to a city near you Streets red when the white send over the blue Y'all gon' turn me to bad bitch, Bernadette Devlin Nigga stay laughin' that's the best medicine They took a lesson from their ex-president But remember that Donny was out of his element They wanna see us dead but we keeping it live This for the old heads Rated PG-35 And the bona fides who was there when Mohammed died With the Nina on his side It's a misdemeanor homicide Finna be a bumpy ride Baby buckle up In the projects, mayhem Ain't talking Fight Club Like a flood way they raining down on us I feel like anthrax back All this dangerous white stuff In Red, White and Blue there's no room for Black is it? These the bright new colors of fascism Coming soon to a city near you Streets red when the white send over the blue Ay (woop woop) They coming for all y'all Underhanded but they not pitching softballs Naw, naw they going hard in paint Talk back and they go and paint the walls with ya brains This that kamikaze shit I learned back in Japan 'Cause we're abandoned by America like Afghanistan So I'm telling my people that we better have a plan Or we gon' be up the creek like a catamaran And for all them liars, yo it's warm and cozy But that's 'cause everything on fuckin' fire nah mean If we try to go back to that old thing They just block the path They're rezoning Like if Gandalf was teaching and love to fail the class Playing two high safeties We shall not pass I know we're at an impasse Quit being a shit ass Fraternal Order of Punk Ass Bitches (Seinfeld outro) Jerry will you wake up to reality, it's a military thing! They're probably creating a whole army of pig warriors! I tell you something, I wish there were pig men. You get a few of these pig men walking around, suddenly I'm lookin' a lot better. That way if someone wanted to fix me up, they could say "hey, at least he's no pig man"

I'ma take a lil' break from the bad shit Rather be with my friends gettin' ratchet Every night its that rat-a-tat-tat shit See this is why I dont pay taxes When I get me some money I'ma stash it Ain't paying no goddamn taxes Me paying police? Ain't that a bitch See this is why I don't pay taxes My brothers like Hansen, a BFD Tryna get that MMMBop ay! PSG See I know how you feelin' I got ESP But if it ain't killin' me it's giving me XP I'm a sexy nerd when I talk that talk And they all tryna bag dat like Iraq At the mall getting drunk in the parking lot Like whatever nigga, que Ciroc, Ciroc All my joints is hot, got Idris Elbow Telling y'all we better stick together like Velcro I'm kicked back with six pack of Modelo Can't touch me, Bo Jackson Tecmo I'ma take a lil' break from the bad shit Rather be with my friends gettin' ratchet Every night its that rat-a-tat-tat shit See this is why I dont pay taxes When I get me some money I'ma stash it Ain't paying no goddamn taxes Me paying police? Ain't that a bitch See this is why I don't pay taxes Sneaking in with a way forward on the track How do you do fellow kids? Skateboard on my back Do it for Brooklyn when I clap back And if the proof is in puddin' I'm a snack pack Anachronistic way I'm spitting out facts's (faxes) Call me draws I'll cover all of your asses Carry that weight but taking no baggage And ain't paying no goddamn taxes Ay this my lil' break from the bad shit Like police running in with the ratchet Every night its that rat-a-tat-tat shit See this is why I don't pay taxes

(Seinfeld intro) If they don't get some business they're gonna have to shut down and make way for one of those gourmet coffee or cookie stores. I like coffee. I like cookies. Yeah of course you do, and you know why? Because you're a bunch of yuppies. It's your go-go-corporate takeover lifestyles that are driving out these mom and pop stores and destroying the fabric of this neighborhood! We smoking Black & Milds (ay, ay) We feeling Black and proud Got that old thing tryna bring it back now So you can find me at the traphouse You can find me at the traphouse In a black hoodie sitting on a black couch You buying weed at a boutique? What's that about? Shit, you can find me at the traphouse (ay) I need saltines? I hit my guy Sam 'Cause I don't even buy my crackers from the White man Black dental plan so if Lisa needs braces I got Dr. Asante on the case yeah Taking a break from their institutions I came a long way for a hipster doofus And the truth is I'm fine with that Whole life like a movie Spinal trap (uh) We smoking Black & Milds (ay, ay) We feeling Black and proud Got that old thing tryna bring it back now So you can find me at the traphouse You can find me at the traphouse In a black hoodie sitting on a black couch You buying weed at a boutique? What's that about? Shit, you can find me at the traphouse (ay) Ay, I'ma swing by Fulton Get some Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn Everything precious in the hood man 'Cause its based off the books of the pusherman Feel like Kendrick's pen the way I write, damn Cant do everything, just do what I can Need saltines? I see my guy Sam (yeah) 'Cause I don't even buy my crackers from the White man We smoking Black & Milds (ay, ay) We feeling Black and proud Got that old thing tryna bring it back now So you can find me at the traphouse You can find me at the traphouse In a black hoodie sitting on a black couch You buying weed at a boutique? What's that about? Shit, you can find me at the traphouse (ay)

(News intro) We do begin this morning with developing news, a man has died after what police are calling a medical incident after being handcuffed. Officers were responding to a forgery in progress. He resisted and officers eventually got him handcuffed, which is when he appeared to have the medical issue. 46-year-old George Floyd was taken to the hospital where he died a short time later. Summer In the summer (x4) How many minutes was they on his neck? (How many minutes, how many minutes?) How many days we take to forget? (How many minutes, how many minutes?) It was the Summer of George And we was at war Knew who we was fighting for Knew it couldn't be like before It was the last time, we swore We had found our recourse Wasn't tryna settle a score Just find a way forward We missed an opportunity On steady ground we was rooted deep We was hanging out like nudity This all just community But no need for Brittas, we unfiltered When he delivered that eulogy But we now going backwards Moonwalking Lunacy Summer In the summer (x4) How many minutes was they on his neck? (How many minutes, how many minutes?) How much money it take to forget? (How many digits, how many digits?) Then we got them stimulus checks And that helped us forget How at first they covered that As just a medical incident If not for that brave girl Who showed his face to the world Without her Only thing that we heard would be their words Blue lies, them blue lies See why they matter more? Can't forget they make a living in bullshit like a matador It's up to us to demand more And know what the fuck we stand for I'm a optimist we can transform If we don't forget our man George

Dem boy deh a Lynch man, pon di cross and a go a church and a sing songs 'Bout Christians pon a Sunday and a praise God Dem a demons Blue lies I see dem Baptized in blue ponds No they don't bleed red Angels versus aliens Don't shoot, I'll run Fuck you mean that's a loaded gun Crooked cops yeah you know you done New t-shirt with somebody son Another week another one Another dove, another song I'm not saying he's innocent I'm just saying y'all blew shit up Blue lies We swallow 'em Never with no follow-up The news use all of 'em To get more views and followers Hollow as my guy Sleepy Got them lies playing on repeat In Cackalack going after Blacks And I ain't talking 'bout Leaky Ten milly on P.R. To keep ya hearts beating hard That horseshit they feed y'all Means more money for police departments A new thing every Halloween Drug dealers after pre-teens Like they got the money to be custies but see Christmas coming So to fight rainbow fentanyl They got 300 milly y'all And that was just in NY The city where my friends died It ain't if, but when they lie Their hatred exemplifies Why I live for love, but it's all for nothing Tennis life I tell you man them blue lies matter I got no gun, how I'm gonna shoot at ya? So you go plant one in the back yeah Give no fucks whose lives you shatter 'Cause who they come from? Them slave catchers Old white moves like Jagger Do what they do to climb the ladder See it's true how them blue lies matter Even though we colonized by bastards No I don't hem write my chapter Them testify lies, I would rather Take Killer Mike advice, kill my masters The hate them create Affi turn into cash like weight I tell you man them blue lies matter I got no gun, how I'm gonna shoot at ya? So you go plant one in the back yeah Give no fucks whose lives you shatter 'Cause who they come from? Them slave catchers Old white moves like Mick Jagger Do what they do to climb the ladder See it's true how them blue lies matter

(Seinfeld intro) So, I understand you're buying your shoes now at Botticelli's... I- I don't understand, why is this woman talking about my shoes? Why are my shoes a topic of conversation? Well you know, we were just talking, and uh, she mentioned how you're buying your shoes now at Botticelli's. How I'm buying my shoes now at Botticelli's - did you hear this?? So what? So what? She is talking about my shoes! She is discussing my shoes! It is nobody's business where I buy my shoes! They is control freaks and They don't want you to know peace Sheesh bish, you don't know me And like lowkey you the police, ay Ay, ACAB They include the fashion police Ay, ACAB They include the fashion police This for lil' Amy who came to school in a crop top Her and Lucy feeling bad & boujee, raindrop droptop Then all of a sudden out of the cut was That mean teacher who's eager to push her buttons That smug Ms. Buckley, for short they called her Buck Yo and Amy ain't do nothing but she hated Amy so much She would go and say stuff vile as fuck Like how a grown woman gon' call a child a slut And Amy was still young enough to give way too much of a fuck Again and again taking it on the chin like a uppercut And Buck was a little girl once, she knew how them words cut Deep, so why's she the one beating on her before the world does? They is control freaks and They don't want you to know peace Sheesh bish, you don't know me And like lowkey you the police, ay Ay, ACAB They include the fashion police Ay, ACAB They include the fashion police But see Buck wasn't always grumpy There once was a time when Paula Buckley Was plucky, lovely, a doll like Chucky But a lot less stabby, in fact she liked gabbing With her friends about making some ends and then traveling But get caught laughing, a storm would be gathering See Mother Superior, last thing she was having Was some girls dreaming of a world she couldn't have So when she's dealing with giggling it's the real deal She came for their whole syndicate, Kill Bill And in the end Ms. Buck gave in to that ill will Stayed defensive as fuck, yo she's still nil-nil They is control freaks and They don't want you to know peace Sheesh bish, you don't know me And like lowkey you the police, ay Ay, ACAB They include the fashion police Ay, ACAB They include the fashion police

(Seinfeld intro) What's the matter with you? I think it was that cookie. The black and white? Not getting along? I think I got David Duke and Farrakhan down there! Instead of white sheets now they dress in fancy shit Got a three-piece suit like management See they're global brand is expanding These motherfuckin' clean-cut Klansmen Won't sit around 'cause I can't stand them But look around all I see is fans of them (yuh) Fuck Trump 'cause his mans and them Ain't nothing but clean-cut Klansmen Leading all the old white men, call him Mick Jagger Now they gettin' bold, ain't afraid to attack us Won't stand for shit from no whip-cracker So I'm just dancing on this bitch, like I'm Puttin' on the Ritz, cracker I ain't tryna go back to jail But I'd rather that than see us back in hell So I'm funky on the track, Super Sapien Dell 'Cause issa monkey on back, Donald J. Marcel Big whites on my tail like a poodle show They took a stance now I can't be neutral, no But I don't wanna get into that 'cause who you know Get their guns off the internet, Google Chrome This '23 lynch mob, every single one Got a wife, got kids, got a badge and a gun It's all in the game but it's rigged son So I don't wanna be a player nigga, Big Pun See Breonna had a door That door had a bell Cops came to that door with some bad intel And Breonna was asleep when they came with the shells Now Breonna, she in heaven and these rotten cops can rot in (rot in) Hello operator it's a nigga with a nine If you see the Terminator tell him hit my line I was a square MC, lil Einstein Now it's Melly who tellin' me what I got on my mind Instead of white sheets now they dress in fancy shit Got a three-piece suit like management See they're global brand is expanding These motherfuckin' clean-cut klansmen Won't sit around 'cause I can't stand them But look around all I see is fans of them (yuh) Fuck Trump 'cause his mans and them Ain't nothing but clean-cut klansmen It's America, I know it's fucked and I ain't even from there Police with a pole to your dome at the funfair I don't give a fuck about your color, if you from there Everybody struggle but they pushing out the guns there White versus Black versus everyone else From the outside war is all I see on the shelf Got fentanyl covering the pills that you dealt I just wanna take a bean not die in a cell I guess the coke mixed up, opioids five-o Bet you 80's motherfuckers really miss Pablo We ain't never far from a brand new Escobar Cocaine dirty cartel got cleaner cars You know you wildin' When I gotta go and get the big homie from Ireland to get dialed in You northeast African, living in denial If you think you sleeping in peace in klan sheets Like with Kanye we make all kinda excuses While that nigga making designer nooses Ye, we know you ain't right like Rufus But you fucking with the streets, and the streets got shooters

(Seinfeld intro) I'll tell you this though, I am never shooting anyone again. Oh give me a break / Oh yeah right / Come on! What you don't think I can? No chance! You think you could? Well I know I could hold out longer than you... Care to make it interesting? Sure, how much? A week's pay? I wanna be in on this too. Oh no, no, no, no / Unlevel playing field / It's a whole different thing! What? Why? Why? Because you're a woman! So what? It's easier for a woman not to do it than a man, it's part of our lifestyle, you have that maternal instinct. Alright look, you wanna be in? You gotta give us odds, at least 2 to 1, you gotta put up two weeks pay! No, I'll - I'll put up a week and a half. Alright you're in for a week and a half's pay. Fade in, Donut shop We see three local cops One of them is going off About why he the dopest cop He say "My relationship with these n-words Is way better than yours They look at me like a mentor" Ha! They laughed it off 'Cause already he done shot Like 5 people this year And that's just at traffic stops But even after all this time Sheriff Bobby Yule, he still feel like he got something to prove Even though he's the boss Even though he caused The riots in the streets That led to the world's biggest police force So Bobby, Jerry, and Elaine Each put down a week's pay To see who could go the longest without shooting somebody Next day Wednesday Business as usual Jerry was out on his beat Weather was beautiful He was thinking about the bet His friends must be delusional And then he got a call: "Yeah I got a couple juveniles Who look to me like they might be into some distribution Why don't you head over there see if you can do something?" When he pulled up on them dudes Thought he might try something new like What I got to lose If I just go and introduce? So he ignored their mean glances... "Hey guys, I'm Jerry, so You ever notice when police roll up We're always in sunglasses? What's the deal with that shit? Like a Cop-arazzi classic I think that we think it makes us more charismatic!" Wouldn't ya know, it made 'em laugh So he figured he'd go with that A charm offensive And in fact it got them boys to relax They explained how they were local college kids And they needed to be outside for their science experiment And that was that They had a lil' chit-chat He called up dispatch Told 'em could they sit back Wow Now smash cut to across town Bobby's on familiar ground Yup, it's a traffic stop And sho'nuff a pat down Mandem was ji shooken First thing in his mind, book it 'Cause he had weed in his hand So of course he ran But even though he was on the run Even though he was holding something Not even once did he think about reaching for his gun 'Cause common sense told Bobby He wasn't a threat to nobody Ironically it was Elaine Who couldn't make it one day 'Cause when Roxanne ran that red light in a Hyundai Elaine went back to her first love: gunplay A week a later there's two standing Pot got a couple grand in it Word spread through the precinct And then in three weeks The whole NYPD was spreading peace in the streets It takes dollars to find common sense and sensibility Eventually the whole the country got in on the event For more money than Powerball combined with Mega Millions And it was fun so they started it back up time and time again And of course police shootings went down ninety-nine percent

(Seinfeld intro) She's uh, gone. Dead? I'm... so sorry George. Yeah, me too. Poor Lily. Susan. Come on, let's get some coffee! Lived my whole life with my foot up on the gas So when I'm dead, just throw me in the trash When I'm gone don't feel bad Just play my songs so my moms get a real bag (uh) And even though it's gon' make you mad You gotta let it go like I'm frozen on the track 'Cause the nigga who killed me, yo you know he got a badge So when I'm dead, just throw me in the trash Gave everything I had put my truth on it Got my tears in the track, boo hoo on it Got my sweat on it too, I'm like whoo on it Spilled blood in the booth, Soo Woo'd on it The mission was to get hip hop back Back to the Danzy, the FuBu, we're through with the Gap You can tell white folks cooked these dudes in a lab 'Cause they're all unseasoned when they get on the track And if everything I put on wax on ain't selling Yo its cool baby, I'm still winning 'Cause while they got high, high hopes for a living I'm just listening to CyHi, toasted and chilling For real Lived my whole life with my foot up on the gas So when I'm dead, just throw me in the trash When I'm gone don't feel bad Just play my songs so my moms get a real bag (uh) And even though it's gon' make you mad You gotta let it go like I'm frozen on the track 'Cause the nigga who killed me, yo you know he got a badge So when I'm dead, just throw me in the trash I know every rapper gotta die young Or we gotta die from the fire of somebody gun But I come from a city where the skinny where the niggas die And even I ain't never had a problem 'Cause it's all love, that's my reality dude Like Steve Harvey with black folk on Family Feud I ain't one for the jewels even when I get money So trust me nobody's taking nothing from me And that ain't me talking tough like a badass Nah I'm just a communist so you can have that But when meet my end if its tragic No sense getting mad, you cant fight the badge Lived my whole life with my foot up on the gas So when I'm dead, just throw me in the trash When I'm gone don't feel bad Just play my songs so my moms get a real bag (uh) And even though it's gon' make you mad You gotta let it go like I'm frozen on the track 'Cause the nigga who killed me, yo you know he got a badge So when I'm dead, just throw me in the trash