Halal

Hook:
Don’t put no Pork on My Fork, I cannot I cannot I cannot Stomach the Opps
Don’t put no Pork on My Fork, I cannot I cannot I cannot Stomach the Opps
Yeahhhhh. Yo
Don’t put no Pork on My Fork, I cannot I cannot I cannot Stomach the Opps
Im breaking bread at the bottom to toast at the tippity Top
All of my Cut’s be Halal Wether you like it or not
Don’t put no Pork on My Fork, I cannot I cannot I cannot Stomach the Opps
Hundred and eighty nine bodies lie, No apologies
Just a pile of lies, but the Po Po-Lice
Wanna PROBLEMIZE, the PROBLEM guy, and somehow be the PROBLEM why that
All this violence idolized. All this violence Idolized
I can barley put my car in idle
Might fuck around and get revitalized. Lord
This shit is sickening, So my niggas picketing
Straight Hoping them fences, Them Cops be pretentious
They edge us on and try to pretend shit
All we need is a conversation to calm the nation
I ain’t really tryna be impaitent but yall too confused
When we seem to say shit
I can care bout my future, and still blast my FUTURE
We got that Black ACTAVIS, Shouts to Dhourba
All my legalized shooters
Breakfast and Books, Yeah my hood keep them tutors
Public schools got us fucking fooled
Deseg stranded all commuters, unless you getting booked by the fall recruiters
Cause Coach sick and tired of being a FUCKING looser
We just want books, and some new computers
News polluters don’t confuse the looters
From Ferguson to lake Michigan, tell em we ain’t finna miss again
Fighting with our fist against the wind or a tender chin of a Zimmerman.
Lord knows
Hook:
«Don't put no Pork on My Fork, I cannot I cannot I cannot Stomach the Opps»
Im breaking bread at the bottom to toast at the tippity Top"
«Don't put no Pork on My Fork, I cannot I cannot I cannot Stomach the Opps»
Bridge Verse:
Hunnit eighty nine bodies lie
No apologies Just a pile of lies
But the Police Wanna Problemize
The PROBLEM guy, and they PROBLEM why
Hunnit eighty nine bodies lie
No apologies Just a pile of lies
But the Police Wanna P
The PROBLEM guy, and they PROBLEM why
ATL HOOK:
I CANNOT STOMACH THE OPPS. THEE OPPS. THE OP OP THE OPPS
I CANNOT STOMACH THE OPPS. THEE OPPS. THE OP OP THE OPPS
OUTRO HOOK:
All of my cut’s be halal wether you like it or not
It ain’t hard to tell the difference, I go to jail if I shot… You
Thats why
I cannot, I cannot, I cannot, Stomach the opps
Locked up my cousin and raided my grandma nem' spot
Shot you right dead in the street and then they leave you to rot
Lord knows, I cannot, I cannot, I cannot I stomach the oops
I cannot stomach the OOoooop. I cannot stomach the Ops
Yeah. I cannot stomach the OOoooop. I cannot stomach the Ops