(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