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letra de acab rock (a$ap rocky remix) - the thought

[verse: smith the poet]
b-st-rds ought to seek sonder
repeat as modal, i model
my meek as wholesome to swallow
indeed the doper, my docile
just sera hoping i’d holler
while oxy blanks in a brothel
he cherry-picking its teeth
of starry stigmas and peaks
repair the bidding, more brief
’cause eggsy’s manners the marker
been slapping slick, he the shocker
i’m dapper, been down the bottle
the rumors ’bout good regardless
no peace imposed with your problem
your sorry -ss toking sorrow
could live in drought
we burned our bridges
no one’s proud
reckon the rickety, sicken the sound
so get down!

[hook: the thought]
never forget: all cops are b-st-rds
boots on your neck, if you ain’t go faster
bruisers for checks, guns for the masters
donuts? you bet, but poison the batter
i don’t ever wanna see no
f-cking piggies by my house
if i hear those f-ckers knocking
’bout to make some bacon now
never forget: all cops are b-st-rds
(you ain’t f-cking with me) ’cause i’m going faster
bruisers for checks, guns for the masters
donuts? you bet, but poison the batter
i don’t ever wanna see no
f-cking piggies by my house
if i hear those f-ckers knocking
’bout to make some bacon now

[verse: the thought]
don’t ever talk to police
they’ll k!ll your dog, then arresting your niece
they’ll k!ll your homies all dead in the street
then they going free (probably on paid leave)
“i’m just gonna f-ck your b-tch!”
you ain’t serving sh-t so i’ll plead that fifth
trigger-happy little kid
tryna scratch that f-cking itch
they don’t like mirandas, spread propaganda
they muting the scanner then raping a ho
as long as you flanders, they ain’t so demanding
they check for a tan, ’cause the badge is for show
the new ku klux klan who k!lled sandra bland
as soon as you ran they were pulling to blow
the bloodiest hands, they muddy they stance
they planted that gun ’cause they trained to, you know!
no love for cops, i ain’t licking that boot
tell you to drop to your knees, then they shoot
they don’t be telling the truth
so who protecting you?

[outro: the thought]
huh?
i don’t even f-cking know man…
i’m f-cked, huh?

- the thought

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