Hegemony \hi-ˈje-mə-nē, -ˈge-; ˈhe-jə-ˌmō-nē\: the social, cultural, ideological, or economic influence exerted by a dominant group.
Lyrics:
Chorus_
Why?… do we have a police protection service
When?… their duty is to snatch me and arrest my person
Who?… the usual suspect, verbal Kaiser Sose
What?… doing what I must to get by the whole day.
Verse 1_
Where – from Cape Town to J-Sect to Eastern Cape
I heat radio-active airwaves, transmits through deep space
We free-base beat breaks at least 3-days-a-week-basis
Other 4 for other chores, tug-o-wars – my mother’s poor
Cutting corners now a fact of life cause the chips are stacked so high against us
It’s like the greener grassy side is just a crime beyond those barbed wire fences
With mile-high defences, and armed response jobby-job carbon copy cops
In rental suits – burning and lootin’ more than Bob Marley uses herbs
When doing music events – enter Red Jackets frisking you
Mental antagonists with gun and badge taking a piss on you
Misogynist fags in blue who harassed that ass when the whistle blew
Taint my reputation in public places for a thrill or two –
It’s straight to the station, fingerprints in the ink plus interviews
But cynical tools and a little shrewd Jewish lawyer the rich been using
To elude criminal prosecution….
Chorus_
Why?… do we have a police protection service
When?… their duty is to snatch me and arrest my person
Who?… the usual suspect, verbal Kaiser Sose
What?… doing what I must to get by the whole day.
Verse 2_
How – by any possible means to jump obstacles means
I gotta do what I gotta for cream – stick you like Scorpion teams
They don’t care if he’s a hero like Steven Biko
Or high strung on a killing spree, like Asanda Baninzi
Cops all over the city ready lock you if you’re dark-skinned
Easy for the Boer to moer you if you look poor and got comments
I’m a hardcore hot-head – conform not to any pork chop
I mind control swine patrol in Jedi mode –
and bribe your whole ride with cold drinks
then flows that sink like Jose Cuervo raw shots
On the rocks or neat, everytime I walk the streets
Pigs wanna ‘bleep’, stop me, stomp my feet constantly
ADT, Securcorp, SAPS, Armageddon Security –
Come fe test – duel with me, Fuck you up with impunity
The purpose of the sirens is to pump fear in nervous systems
Circus clowns of society who police but deserve prison…
Chorus_
Why?… do we have a police protection service
When?… their duty is to snatch me and arrest my person
Who?… the usual suspect, verbal Kaiser Sose
What?… doing what I must to get by the whole day.
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