Acab - Bambu

Aw, yeah, sure, I um…

It’s a free country and I ain’t got the right

But I got a badge

What do you got?

Welcome to the Bambu says

Fuck your show

Instigating Hollywood phonies like «Fuck you, bro!»

Get a couple shots of Jäger

In this bar hop time

And try and punch a hole through the face of the first frat boy I find

And yes, I mind when mine is violated

Try and follow mine

And face the opposite of what they did to innocent Tray

A vigilante they say?

I say it’s time we rewind

And line the block up with the blaka-blaka

Odessa with mine

In the tradition of that classic LA rap

All the gentrifiers came and made half of LA whack

Strife with mine

Got me the will to die

And I will take a baton to my face just to tow the line

See knowledge, speak knowledge

In the dimmest of light

We bring knowledge out the dark

We don’t believe in the hype

And it’s night night, mama

Capitalize the S

Capitalize the A

Soul Assassin from the city

Where the peewees don’t play

It’s not one bad apple out destroying the bunch

When the count of cops murderin’s like a thousand plus

I know it’s ACAB LAPD

SA MC screamin' FTP

ACAB LAPD

SA MC screamin' FTP

Manhunt is underway in Southern California

And the Los Angeles police department is under siege

Ten thousand law enforcement officers are conducting

Door-to-door war searches for one of their own

You heard about fugitive ex-cop police officer

Who shot an unarmed man

It has set off a wave of violence in Oakland

Puffin' on the roach until it burns down to the crutch

I give a fuck about the people so much

I don’t give a fuck about a hotel for dogs (nah)

Prison guards (nah)

Underground rap nerd blogs, man, hell nah

I carry a big gun, get it done like Tim Dun'

Walk in and break the whole room down like Tim Gunn

All cops are bastards, throw a bouncer in the mosh pit

Eat a elbow, eat a kick

Eat shit, get up and talk shit

Soul Assassin so we never run from

I know Ern' done marathons, but he scrappin' when they come

Son of a gun who ain’t afraid the Sun will get me burnt

Son of a gun gettin' turnt 'round the shit that I have learned

From the wars on my teens

Did a tour overseas

Visit countries with the Marines

Shot anything that we seen

Capital S, capital A

Soul Assassin from the city

Where my sisters don’t play

I know it’s ACAB LAPD

SA MC screamin' FTP

ACAB LAPD

SA MC screamin' FTP