crime and punishment þarký sözü

i pity the punks that partake in the madness
yangin´ the young for their products and profits
the pushers keep pushin´ on d and on jump street
pushin´ the passive pill, so ya don´t need
kids makin´ bids with nine´s in their goose downs
´cause college is pricey and some brothers ain´t got none
you try to discern between truth and suggestion
but they bid for your id via fear of rejection

all i see is outfits and attitudes, congenial criminality
the hidden agenda is a psychic necessity
hungry minds so sad in the hearts of darkness
manifesting some forms of natural impatience
deaf macbeth, scar city, the slasher
enveloping the b-boy, the doper and the thrasher
looking to be judged but when judged by the book
son you´re running to the hook.
get the heck out!

back with the funk hits, uncle huey is back with
the funk hits, and the f.l.c. is coming to grips
with a fist full of funk hits.
check it out!
i got the feel good hit of the year, i got two thumbs up
and i stuck´em in his ear. the man stepped to me,
he wouldn´t let it end though, so i threw his ass out
the roxy deli window

i ain´t pushin´ no party, i ain´t meddlin´ in saudi,
but i think it´s fucked up, what the federal has laid on me
i´ve been watchin´ the news, you´re forcing people
to choose between the lesser of two evils; my red, white, and blue
the deceiver´s deceiving because the people believe him
now the troops´ll be bleedin´ and their mama´s will be grieving
so keep on payin´ your taxes, when you don´t know the facts
let the contracts get backed, while your conscience relaxes

yeah, i pity the punks that partake in the madness. (4x)