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payday monsanto - on a mission (guilty judges) lyrics

judge…
you know i find you guilty…
my daughter’s gonna create an app, when she gets older, how to find the judge. the judge’s ruled wrong, and then it’s up to you, to k!ll ’em…(growls)

i am not supposed to be in the hood, i gotta grab the fam, put ’em on the plane, tell ’em ’bout the brand+new plan. this whole thing is bogus, i gotta make it clear, i haven’t been exposed to a single thing they hear. in other words, i never fell victim to the prison industrial complex, they’vе been given. they’re psychopaths insidе their city hall, and those who lollygag, i feel no pity for. i do however, recognize the blameless innocent’s taken from the earth, that are nameless. that will not be one of mine, that’s insaneness, you could get a real big d+ck, in your +n+s. but, i don’t like assh0l+s, believe me, you’ll never know how skeevy that sh+t leave me, you’re thinkin’ everything is breezy, i’m tellin’ you to take it easy…(growls)

that’s just when these cops get shot, that’s just when these judges go missin’. that’s just when these cops get shot, and that’s just why they don’t wanna listen. that is why them cops get shot, that is why some judges go missin’. that is when these cops get shot, and that is why you must be on a mission…

i was fourteen, holdin’ a lot of glocks & cannons, on the dock with salmons’, crack rocks & hammers, rhodes pianos, four+wheelers, & cheerios, you know how the story goes. we used to hit trains up every week, they stop in our hood, then they gotta get freaked. the money we saw in one day, unique. enough coke & weed, to go around one week. the whole crew of us, n0body would speak when the cops came, there would never be a leak. so, the cops got mad, put our pictures on posters, as if we were bad. but, we were spendin’ money in the hood, everything was grand, everything was good. we were buildin’ the economy. why’d they have to come, and f+ck with our autonomy?

i knew a judge we called “mr. sludge” behind his back, he used to cop crack, and smoke drugs. any one you could name, he probably snorted it up his nose, or shot it into his vein. he copped drugs all the time, we videotaped him one time, commitin’ a crime. he was like “yeah?” we were like “alright, we gotcha tonight.”, and he was done/outta there. ’cause when we showed the tape to the district, they were like “hold up. what’s up with this sh+t?” he got fired & humiliated, but there was one particular judge affiliated. the judge will go un+named, as i will say, but he fared as well as james earl ray. the judge is in the red, now. somebody’s in his stead, now. he is dead, now…(laughs)

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