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What's it gonna take for you guys to be Okay tonight and to stop this chaos? It ain't me, it's not me. I'm gonna let y'all know that now. It's not Us guys neither, and I'm glad that y'all said That. It's not us. It's the police. This the madness that they spark up. This is what they encourage. This is what they provoke. This is what you get out of you taking Some, a loved one from someone. This is what you get. You get a lot Of people that's hurt, and they can't vent the Right way. They can't no longer depend on the Police to be here to protect us like they Say they gonna do. So this is what you get. And no, it's not gonna end today. I can't tell you it's gonna end tomorrow. I don't know when it's gonna end, but it's For y'all to start. We not the ones that's Killing us. Y'all killing us. We can't make a change if y'all don't change, Change, change. If individuals are in a crowd that's Attacking the police, they need to get out of That crowd. We can't individually go in and say, "Excuse me, sir, are you peacefully protesting? Are you throwing rocks? Are you throwing a Molotov Cocktail?" It's a crowd. If the crowd is getting violent and you don't Wanna be violent, get out of the crowd. It's a powder keg. Burn this bitch to the ground, bust a cage In the ceiling, lay everybody down. And if you move or make a sound, I'ma Rack it back again, take your face off with This round. Jump, We don't fuck with Jump Street. Jump ship, here come shark week, and I like Dark meat. Yeah, you done fucked up now. Time to rise up and shut shit down. It's a powder keg. History in the making, Victory for the taking. Forsaken since forever, adrenaline elevating. Yeah, who gon' move with the masses? Who gon' get left in the dirt? Get up off of your asses, ride out and Put in some work. They killed all our leaders And left the bottom-feeders. So who gon' lead us to the promised land? I would pray to God, but this rifle in My right hand won't allow it. Bandana brigade, never leave home without it. This shit right here, nigga. It's a powder keg. Yeah, I got a three-week Standoff, David Koresh. We not cut from the same cloth, you scared To death. Cocktails made with Molotov, Save your breath. Get a vest with some hollow Points. Wake the fuck up and bang this shit. Serial killer, alphabetically aim, never miss. I reign with a fist, cock the pistol grip, And blow your brains into bits, that's it. It's a powder keg. Burn this bitch to the ground, bust a cage In the ceiling, lay everybody down. And if you move or make a sound, I'ma Rack it back again, take your face off with This round. Jump, We don't fuck with Jump Street. Jump ship, here come shark week, and I like Dark meat. Yeah, you done fucked up now. Time to rise up and shut shit down. It's a powder keg. Lated for any doubt of A takeover. If you utter a word, the next Sound, pop, face makeover. Then we dumping the weapon and step in the Lincoln and thinking of who's the next victim. We ain't flinching or blinking, just sort of sinking Into a haze, encased in a murderous maze. Never changing my murderous ways. Electrical currents fill up the body when the taser Touches my target. They shuddered and started Shaking, convulsing and breaking into a sweat. Now I'm thinking I'm in a state of unconsciousness, But still on my feet, blinking. Camera shutter eyelids, I'm not leaving a witness. And you could be the next victim put on The hit list. Serial. Mind twisted, sadistic mystic. You've been enlisted, the next statistic. Killer. No ballistic on the scene, we paint it Up. Chlorophyll got you faded like you lean it Up. I'm on the verge of blowing up. It's a powder keg. Burn this bitch to the ground, bust a cage In the ceiling, lay everybody down. And if you move or make a sound, I'ma Rack it back again, take your face off with This round. Jump, We don't fuck with Jump Street. Jump ship, here come shark week, and I like Dark meat. Yeah, you done fucked up now. Time to rise up and shut shit down. The chaos that's going on right now, I am, I know these families have been affected. Nobody's injured or killed. It's just defending our mothers and brothers with Certain contact. It's part of our problem. Why? It's part of our problem. Why? It's a powder keg. It's A powder keg.