zvi edelman
the other white meat
lyrics

S.O.U.L. Purpose ft. Immortal Technique - “The Other White Meat”

[Produced by King Koncepts and Zvi Edelman]

[Scratches by DP One]

[Verse 1: Immortal Technique]

Immortal Technique: the profile of a wanted man

Persecuted everywhere by the Blue Klux Klan

Cops don't stop in searches ‘cause they think we a threat

They making money for the prison industrial complex

Extorting hookers for s** and then arresting them

And murdering people of color instead of protecting them

You k**ed Patrick Dorismond and then disrespected him

Now most cops'll disagree with the sh** that I spit

But I got 41 reasons to tell you to s** a dick,

YYou mobile facsimile of living fecal matter

You're a walking piece of sh**. You deserve to be splattered

Faggots with nightsticks giving brothers an enema,

‘Cause they're racist like cla**ical Hollywood cinema

Systematically chasing our people and abusing ‘em

Like Romans genociding Jews in New Jerusalem

Guns don't look like wallets. How the f** they confusing 'em?

We're losing ‘em everyday and it's getting me pissed

They barely admit that racial profiling exists

But politicians still condemn it, sounding hypocritical

Innocent victims getting statistically typical

I resist arrest. I don't want to be taken alive

I'd rather die standing than live kneeling, broken inside

A cop stopped me once and cocked a loaded gun in my grill

And that's the reason that I have no fear of being k**ed

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by DP One] (x4)

“The violence in me reflect the violence that surround me” - Sample from stic.man on dead prez - “a**asination”

“That's why police get stabbed and shot” - Sample from stic.man on dead prez - “we want freedom”

[Verse 2: Mazzi]

Some pieces of life are really hard to swallow

Nowadays, I hit you with a harder tip that's hollow

No justice, no peace like Diallo. Amadou/I'ma do

What I gotta do to stand my ground

All my peeps frozen in these ice-cold streets

Which only get hot when cops is on blocks with heat

With little or no conscience, yapping y'all nonsense

Need to fear God instead of having his complex

Police patrol herds of cattle and tame

Sad and sick of seeing certain individuals slain

Like my man Lawrence got bucked at pointblank range

By a coward-a** cop, splattered part of his brain

Not knowing, in seconds, he'd cause an infinite pain

It's you, your wack crew, whole damn setup I blame

Playing judge, jury, executioner. Shackle and chain

Tell me how you live your life every day with no shame

You're only paid to do your job, so what else do you gain?

I'll fight the power ‘til the last drip of blood in my vein

b**h, half-witted, flat-footed son of a swine

With your fellow fags and yellow cabs coming for mine

Go ‘head. Eat your donuts and walk your wack beat

I'll stay away from most beef and end the other white meat

But if sh** hits the fan, I'll resort to true action

How 'bout we play a game? I'll throw slugs and you catch 'em

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by DP One] (x4)

“The violence in me reflect the violence that surround me” - Sample from stic.man on dead prez - “a**asination”