Thurz - Rodney King lyrics

[Verse: - Thurzday] Man, this games a buzz-k**er Who would've thought the Bulls uh fall to Indiana Miller? Jordan scoring 22 and and Reggie dropping 40 And I'm betting 200 thought the money was in the bag That went surely The homie took the glory as I took another shot Of the Henney pa**in Freddy, B.A., he had the weed rolled As we left the spot, top notch crop Hopped in a Hyundai Excel, the four door, manual lock Mary Jane, we blow, windows, we roll Intoxicated, blasting tunes out the radio Eighty on the freeway, not thinking about parole, roll Til these CHP's mashed out the cut, they start to follow Threw on the blue-red lights, but my mind like f** jail tonight, no D.U.I for for I I'm ashing out of sight, out the window goes the green Increased speeds, I'm at one-seventeen I'm over the alcohol limit at point nineteen I'm in violation But a black man in 1991 is better off racing I'm Rodney King [Verse: 2 - Thurzday] Mashing the exit; the two-ten Like Mad Men, they bring the work out for dark skins I'm all in, chances thin for the win I'm driving all directions, rush like lineman They got the helicopters out, and auctioneers backing out Seventy-five in that residential, lead with no pencil is drawn out Flat out of luck, do I tap out L.A.P.D. word of mouth, got me a**ed out They order us out the car, the two homies step out But I feel like I've came too far to be another n***a back behind bars With my back against the wall [Amurs?] talking sh** like f** it This probably my last day as a free man, this is it I'm laughing, waving at the [?] a bird, I flip it Grab my a** and tell these pigs to kiss it A lady cop b**h points like I'm armed Word, you think every n***a got a gun, huh [Verse: 3 - Thurzday] The pigs tried to swarm on me They say I physically resist I'm trying to stand my ground, I'm just a one man army Not swinging, but I toss two off my back The officers regroup, and start to fall back They bring the taser out, fire into my back They think I'm on PCP, and I ain't even attack Fall to my knees, then stand to a d**h trap They tase me again, am I threat, or cause I'm black [Break] It was a good day, until I hit the highway In my rear view mirror, I see the doughnut-chariot of hate With no time to contemplate a plan of escape I follow my heart rate and choose to flee as fast as my vehicle can accelerate Now the one car is three, all filled with over-seeing beast Famished with an appetite of humiliation Derogation, feigning to beat me to the days of segregation Out of the car, onto the pavement Boots to the face, went in and out of focus Trying to beat my black blue But I would never be you, pigs, you Boys in blue supposed to serve and protect Well today you served me an a** whooping And tried to break my neck [Verse: 4 - Thurzday] I'm crawling on my hands and knees Trying to leave harm - hit in the head with the baton I'm knocked to the ground, they wanna' keep down I hear one officer say, "that's enough now" I rise to my knees, and receive more blows Total of fifty-six, with six kicks Handcuffed and dragged on my stomach on some slave sh** I'm reminded of the slave ship Thanks to George Holliday or you will never hear sh** [Outro] If my blackness sparked a worldwide movement Would it be considered a revolution If I put my movement to a beat Would you forget what the move meant after the industry dumbs it down Would I serve revolutionary rhythms to the public Would that same public turn around and make me its enemy Would you black bar my progressively thought provoking entertainment Shamelessly [?] holding my creativity into a great depression Well, beware This stormy black Monday will morph its way into a black plague of agony Broken gla**, burning buildings coughing up black smoke My pen would be a molotov co*ktail of hope for all those who sit silent Listening, contemplating violence Awaiting their turn to play their part in the uprising Recall, Rodney King Riots