[Verse 1] Fuck them all! comin' straight from the bottom A motherfucker on the war path, and when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath Police think they have the authority to shoot a minority Leave another body on the floor, another scene of a slaughter Another case of a fake-ass charge, another life they didn't bother Lock us in a cage, throw away the goddamn key They wanna see us bleed, they wanna see us beg and plead But we survive the poverty, survive the brutality They wanna throw the book at me, well come and get a motherfucking read I'm a walking, talking threat, a nightmare in the flesh They put the pressure on my chest, I put their theories to the test They call it justice, I call it a fucking mess They wanna see me stress, they wanna see me undress For the cell, for the hell, for the story they can tell Another statistic in a system built to fail Another face behind the veil, another truth for sale They wanna nail me to a cross, well I got nails as well I got a story of my own, a living fucking hell They ring the bell, they cast the spell, of another kid in a cell They think they're righteous, think they're compelling I think it's time we start rebelling No more yelling, no more telling We're done living in this dwelling Of fear and hate they're always selling Yeah, I got somethin' to say. [Chorus 1 - The riff explodes into a wall of distorted power chords. The drums become heavier, with crashing cymbals. The vocals are a raw, gang-shouted chant] Fuck them all! Fuck them all! Fuck them all! Fuck them all! [Interlude -The music drops to a tense, feedback-ridden hum. A sampled news clip plays] "The data shows a clear and consistent pattern of bias in the use of lethal force..." [Verse 2] You mace me to blind me, you choke me out to find me Weak, under that fake-ass badge, you cowardly swine, see? My people on the streets are the majority We're done living in your fucking priority You wanna talk about a threat? I'll give you one yet You haven't seen the motherfucking violence I can get So take off the gun so you can see what's up And we'll go at it, punk, and I'm gonna fuck you up You hide behind your laws, your paperwork and cause You're the one with the flaws, you're the one who pauses Before you put a bullet in a kid that's innocent You're the violent element, you're the violent incident You're the one who's spent, you're the one who's bent You're the one heaven sent straight back to hell I'll vent Yeah, I got somethin' to say. Yeah, we got somethin' to say. [Chorus 2 - The final chorus is longer, more intense, and more chaotic. Feedback squeals over the riff] Fuck them all! Fuck them all! Fuck them all! Fuck them all! Fuck them all! Fuck them all! Fuck them all! Fuck them all! Fuck them all! Fuck them all! Fuck them all! Fuck them all! Fuck...! Them...! All! [The last shout hangs in the air. The instruments cut out, leaving only the sound of swirling, painful guitar feedback, which then fades to black]
