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letra de confronting officer molina freestyle - rafael casal & daveed diggs

[collin]
does this scare you, huh? f-ck you know about being scared? were you afraid someone was gonna come find you? huh?

[miles]
bruh

[collin]
what, n-gga? i’m just… i’m just talking to him! ha! you said make it pretty, right? it’s the bounce of it. they like the bounce of it

like a tree on a sign, n-gga, we cut right down
paul bunyan-ass cops come to chop me at the knees and search the trunk in my own town
did you count his rings when you bled him? huh? when you dead him?
do you understand? how old was he? n-gga, how old was he?!

[officer molina]
her was twenty-six

[collin]
twenty-six? so many years you decided didn’t mean sh-t
and all this talking don’t mean sh-t. i mean, sh-t!
i been in my element, eloquent, spitting h-lla developin’
i been tellin’, sh-llin’ [?] and not to walk like a felon and f-cking flippin’ the middle finger to feelin’ irrelevant
reveling in my freedom till you turned heaven to h-ll and “h-llo, sir”!
i’ma need you to open your f-cking eyes now and look and see
you might think you know what’s happening, but you don’t feel it like we do!
to feel it, it has to be you!
cut you, but you don’t know what the cut do!
you all reflex, but when reflux bleeds the gut, then you see the faces!
leave the vases
movin’ people in and out for a fee
feedin’ this town decay, an appetite of me
an appetizer, huh? i must be tasty, but i stay angry, ’cause y’all get hazy!
i’m the one out here stuck on a clock, lovin’ the curfew to keep me off the block
f-ck, what time is it? what time? what time? nope, f-ck it, i did my time
how come every time you come around you monsters got me feeling like a monster in my own town?
i say it while i’m rapping, n-gga, ’cause everyone conditioned to listen to a rappin’ n-gga
but i’m rappin’ to the active n-gga, you the one cappin’ n-ggas!
so quick the flash and feel like your passion, n-gga!
hittin’ us till our headstones stuck in the mud!
we stuck it out, it turned us into some thugs!
got a whole city brand-new and they kickin’ out us!
maybe we should both break sh-t, make a fuss!
i am both pictures! see both pictures!
don’t be blindspottin’ me, n-gga! see both pictures!
guess i’m just a little bigger than a picture playin’ chicken with a cliff, but i ain’t never been a flincher
block is getting hotter, i’ma be the one to bring the winter f-ckin’ everybody on the body of a cop, the splinter
i mean, why wouldn’t i dead him? he’s splittin’ wigs for 80k a year and ain’t from here
who’ll miss him if he disappear?
fillin’ up with fear, i know you feel it. i’ve been feeling it for years
in fact, i don’t remember ever never feeling it!
the one that going dummy never felt the need to run
but i’ve been sprintin’ till i limp across the finish with a gun!
up in my blind spot, really!
ain’t too hard to figure that you probably never really felt the pressure of a n-gga
but you know what? i ain’t never felt the pressures of a trigger!
-screams-
the difference between me and you is… i ain’t no k!ller
i ain’t no k!ller

[officer molina]
i… i didn’t mean to

[miles]
are you sure?

- rafael casal daveed diggs

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