B Dolan - Film The Police lyrics

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feat. Feat. Toki Wright, Jasiri X, Buddy Peace, Sage Francis

Intro (Sage Francis):

Right about now, the SFR court is in full effect!

Judge Sage presiding in the case of the People vs. The Police Department.

Prosecuting attorneys are: Toki Wright, Jasiri X and B motherfuckin’ Dolan.

Order! Order! Order! B. Dolan, take the motherfuckin’ stand.

Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?

(Dolan: You goddamn right.)

Then why don’t you tell everyone what the fuck they have the right to do?

Verse 1 
(B. Dolan):

Film the Police. Run a tape for the underclass!

Get the face, name and number on the badge.

They flash, we flash back when they act disorderly.

React accordingly and capture all that we see…

Nightstick, Zip-ties, and Tasers.

Think they’re licensed for type vicious behavior.

Make a tight fist with a video trained toward the Pigs,

Like this. They trip & you make ‘em famous.

Explain to a Judge the bounds you oversteppin’.

2011 time to the change our method.

We aim lenses at the State’s weapon,

‘Til they remember whose goddamn streets they’re protecting.

They’d rather see me in a cell

Than me and my cell with a different story to tell.

Camcorder by the dash. Next time you get stopped,

Reach for the celly if you wanna shoot a cop.

On a public sidewalk, you can tape what you see,

Or film from your window with a view of the street!

Neighborhood Crime Watch, we police the Police.

They can’t arrest the whole community.

Because the streets clock. These cops occupying blocks,

Harassing the homeless with batons, pulling glocks.

They stop lawful protests and let off shots…

Abuse prostitutes and misuse power they got.

In memory of the victims who are never forgot,

We’ve gotta’ exercise our right to shed light in the dark.

There is an army on the march that doesn’t want you to watch.

You’ve got a weapon in your pocket whether you know it or not.

We, the people, are the only real media we got.

Let’s protect one another from the fucking goon squad.

Fascism’s coming to the U.S.A.

Eyo, Sage, I got something to say!

Verse 2 (Toki Wright):

Film the police! It’s time to make it our priority.

You see these fools are in abuse of their authority.

Crack a fist or you crack a whip.

But that ain’t power you coward, you beat a man with two shackled wrists.

So put their names up on a list next to an asterisk.

Next time you see ‘em blast a clip, then you flash a flick.

Attach a video and pic to your master list.

Be on the news at 6. YouTube views legit.

The cops watch us, so we gotta have the Cop Watchers.

Been in fear of law so long, so now it’s not awkward.

But what is law when it’s wrong. When you slam us on the floor.

Naw, this ain’t World Wrestling Entertainment Raw.

This is Edutainment, y’all. Got a call from B. Dolan.

You try to squabble with Johnny Law and get your meat swollen.

Why you think Bobby and Huey P. were heat holding?

You better load the footage up and get to key stroking.

And while you at it, send one off to the administration,

It’s indicating, all the physical intimidation.

It’s been too long they said to “bear with us.”

That’s when I run up on your caravan and rip off all your D.A.R.E. stickers.

This here is near Hitler’s; weirder than some mere tickets…

You feel privileged ’til your wife get her brassiere lifted.

You disappear quick as Hoffa if you piss a copper,

Off ya’ til you get a Channel 7 News helicopter.

Violence hides in a code of silence, tyrants hide in an alliance,

Quiet or be left somewhere, or get swept inside it.

It’s Goliath vs. a bigger giant.

Got us pulling over so far we ran a curb and hit a hydrant.

It’s systematic how the system has its symptoms,

Of the democratic law that’s been flawed since the pilgrims landed.

So now tell me what you wanna do? Next time you see the boys in blue,

You cock your camera back and point and shoot.

Verse 3 (Jasiri X):

Film the police! I got the Cannon 7D.

Highest definition for when they try to arrest and lynch ‘em,

Then lie and protest the whippin’, not serve and protect the victims.

Their murders, threats and hitmen…observe ‘em and let the witness be

The iphone. Never let bygones be bygones.

Get your flip cam before they get in the whip and ride on.

It’s vital ’cause our survival could depend on a video going viral,

With more viewers than American Idol.

Instead of having to bury a child who…

The cops shot ’cause they thought they carried a rifle.

Then the same cops will go to court and swear on a bible,

And smile to show the teeth that they’re preparing to lie through.

Whether Crips or Piru ,Vice Lords or Gangsta Disciples,

Make sure your camera lens gets an eyeful.

And they liable to try and confiscate it.

Better hold on to that shit like you’re constipated.

‘Cause they’ll pretend them injuries are not related,

Like, “When we arrived we saw him dive head first off the pavement.”

So keep the mini cam stashed in the dash of your mini van.

They’ll crash and smash on any man.

Pull out your Blackberry ’cause cops will take a shot at your black berry,

‘Til we see another black buried.

Don’t act scary, ’cause they’ll empty the gat on ya’,

Stand over your body just to sprinkle the crack on ya’.

Police attacking ya’. Don’t want to see they reflections like Dracula.

But camera’s capture ya’.

Too busy using your flashlight to batter us,

To notice John Singleton was my passenger.

So point, click and shoot they asses,

It’s the only way to get the real truth to the masses.

Jasiri X, I’m making movies like Spike Lee.

I won’t be a law and order special victim like Ice T.