(Chorus) x2
I should have smoked the Pig
Cause I don't like pork anyway
I'll turn that pig into some ribs
Cause they devour anything
The pope better save this little Pig
Before they fire up his ribs
(1st Verse)
How could I speak for peace this is the lower self recorded
There's a legal war against your bloodline, check out the slaughter
F the state, They lock up majority in a space
Where they fed us minimum I been locked up as corporate bait
If I show my side of angels they'll be scared of higher living
Since I had a birth certificate from birth I been imprisoned
Put your middle finger up, if you're fed up with control
You can k** my body but i'll never die i'm conscious Mo
But you pigs are gonna burn in a b & b q pit
We would bring the headquarters down and turn it to bacon bits
Put a curse, yeah this song is not a threat for the good pigs
Bring yo a..... to the slaughter house lets see you take the risk
Now I understood the frustration of the Black Panthers
Lock you up in cages and feed you people half bananas
I do have love in my heart for my own brothers and sisters
But you strangers I just can't i'm the mastermind militia
I hear my ancestors that you k**ed(That you k**ed)
I hear the blood through the soil that you spilled(Spilled) on and off the film
We all go through it no matter what city Moor
Over and over, Hara**ing us like the landlords
America was mine before the European came
I didn't come from a ship, original bloods in my veins
You can't trick me, I know who my ancestors were
And we weren't black, until you trademarked the word
Chorus) x2
I should have smoked the Pig
Cause I don't like pork anyway
I'll turn that pig into some ribs
Cause they devour anything
The pope better save this little Pig
Before they fire up his ribs
(2nd Verse)
Look but don't get me wrong i'm non violent
I'm God's child You can't forever keep divided
The Most High provided me strength, melanin topic
The earth is my doctor, a gun, you got, drop it
Police don't respect the mayor bringing city damages
Mayors try to hide the truth as well, gangsta savages
I say peace to the good police that at least try
If you oppress the people, you must have a weak mind
Our hands are up but you still k** us when we do surrender
You're bound by Canon law, a religious agenda
The acronym is C.O.P Catholics on patrol
I'm here to reveal the truth, Masons kicking on the goat
When I see a so called white cop, I throw up my Islam
My ear antennas on, I got some questions for Ma Son
I remember police rode up on me and said Sheik Ron
And sped off at high speed, guess for them it was fun
I had police crying, to remove a curse off em
Trust me we have the power to bless and curse so lets conquer
The pigs were scared like they were about to attend a banquet
Most of them pigs are racist, look how can we base it
Look, just look up color of law, cause you been tricked
We're the people of the bible prophesied on man*script
The truth is much deeper than you think written in ink
In your brain let it sink, spoken word pork and beans linked
(Chorus) x2
I should have smoked the Pig
Cause I don't like pork anyway
I'll turn that pig into some ribs
Cause they devour anything
The pope better save this little Pig
Before they fire up his ribs