Black Court In Session
Tweedy Bird Loc
Put an end to the devil
Put an end to the devil
P-Put an end to the devil
D-Devil, so get a fucking shovel
Put an end to the devil
Put an e-end to the devil
E-e-e-e-end to the d-d-d-devil
So get a fucking shovel
First case, a motherfucking cop
Wants to see if he could away with beating up a nigga with the Glock
But now I am the judge and the jury
A punk devil trying to tell his long ass story
The statistics are different, now you'll be in tragedy
Your luck just ran out, no more police brutality
Any crime committed against the black means death
The tables have turned, and slavery's in effect
But this time is for the white man and his family
Now it's my turn to pay him back for the damage
He did to my people, now they ain't gonna be not justice
And when I think about the devil's life, well, fuck it
Swing in, there's no way you can't save
Then grow more shit, while I take from a caveman
One night prejudiced the next night
News came up cause you didn't got doors locked up
But now look at you, you won't be no free up
Learn the fucking alphabet A-B-C-uh
So long white boy, you just lost the race
I sentence you to the electric chair, next case
Wrong n-nigga to fuck, fuck with
Wrong n-nigga to fuck, fuck with
Wrong n-nigga to fuck, fuck, fuck with
Wrong n-nigga, n-n-nigga
Second case, a little girl's killed by Korean ass bitch
Over orange juice that wasn't even still on the counter
She actually got smoked
The hoe's in my crumble with her family, huh, what a joke
She crying like a bitch when she don't know that that's not facing
She think that she could get away with this? The bitch is crazy
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
Straight for the chair, last drop will be an orange juice
That just goes to show you, cause we're black don't mean we're stupid
All the stuff I'm talking about all the shit that you did
For some odd reason we can't come into your store
And buy orange juice, cause you think all blacks are poor
But your ass would be rich, enough for blacks
Chop we trying and holds stating out the facts
I have no remorse, no sympathy for no Korean
Taking the life, of a black human being
A teenager, age fifteen, that's even worse
Here's a little note this bitch going run a hearse
Step into my crumble and I'll put you in your place
Death to anyone who kills a black, next case
Let's clears these niggas out
Let's clears these niggas out
Let's clears these niggas out
Let's clears these niggas out
When I see watch, p-pull your head off
When I see watch, p-pull your head off
When I see watch of his eyes, I s-s-s-start blasting
P-p-pull your head off, bigger hole
P-p-pull your head off, bigger hole
P-pull your head off, bigger hole
And throw his ass in
Hey yo, please bring me in the last one
A nigga beat and killed a man with the sound of shotguns
Tell me, what was the reason? He whistled at my wife
He was only 18, but the fact that he was white
So me and my buddies gotta lend all together
We got bad chains, whips or whatever
We knew we didn't need, then we whipped his honky ass
To teach him not to whistle at my friend when he walk past
But it got out of hand, when they really tried to run
So I guess that means you're gonna sentence me to Murder One
What you did ain't really nothing, so not necessarily
Cause when you mistake, you can make out an identity
Since they are fallen, they are going through what we have been through
Choose between death or probation, one of the two
Blacks are taking all abuse and courts, now it's their turn
You got five years probation, court is a jour