Guilty - Intellectual

[(Prozack Turner) & Guilty Simpson]

(Uh) Simpson in the house

Legionnaires, legionnaires

(I got this)

[Verse 1 : Prozack Turner]

Turn up the temperature, don’t kill the messenger

Burn down your senator’s house, watch the emperor

I made mistakes in life, but none permanent

These fucking bullies in my face like a nervous twitch

I ain’t afraid to die, but I prefer to live

I drink black beer, I keep the purple in

These dirty pigs, they merciless, they murder kids

They exterminate with hate just like the Germans did

[Guilty Simpson]

They racially profiling, media paints us as violent

Commute the outcries to silence

They got it down to a science (word)

And the city kids are Guinea pigs

Yeah they did it big ‘til they get their crib

Everybody’s going for a winner bid

Sad because the plan was to get them rich

And the pigs mad, cause they didn’t get a split

[Hook : Guilty Simpson]

We don’t want no problems b, get your names in the obituary column shi

[Verse 2 : Prozack Turner]

Good cops, unicorns and four-leaf clovers

They don’t exist like Jehovah or Moses

There ain’t no good cop they don’t ever speak up

They beat you up and leave you in the gutter leaking blood

Face down on your stomach with your hands cuffed

Execution, not an accident of bad luck

All they serve in a crime against humanity

Dirty cops get away with murder like McAffee

Commitin’ crimes, other cops turn a blind eye

They don’t ever set the men straight like a line draw

Love to kick ass, love to show boat

Before GoPros and folks posting photos

Popos loco, put you in a chokehold

Put you in the back of a squad car with broke bones

Concussions stitches and ice packs

Psychopath got a badge and he don’t like blacks

[Hook : Guilty Simpson]

We don’t want no problems b, get your names in the obituary columns shi

[Verse 3 : Guilty Simpson]

Fuck the P-O-P-O, zero respect given ‘til they held responsible for all they transgressions

They don’t even try to hide it

They rather take nice dicks to you and your sidekicks

I don’t trust ’em when I see ’em

They got a complex ‘cause they playing God witcha freedom

I don’t even call when I need them

‘Cause they don’t give a damn about the fam, shit

They rather beat ‘em, and put it on cam

Then take the stand with blood on his hands

Lyin’ with a straight face, went from some out-of-date plates

To a man turned late grape

It’s all too familiar, question them they’ll kill you

It’s hate unfiltered

America gave us scrapes, we found a way, we made raps

And now they scared of us

[Hook : Guilty Simpson]

We don’t want no problems b, get your names in the obituary columns shi