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ACAB ACAB
ACAB ACAB
Fuck you!

How’s that mirror look lately?
Not worth the figure in your paycheck?
Fuck blue lives, ACAB
Murderers playing hero, your victims won’t go nameless

For all that you’ve dealt
Turn that gun on yourself
Dead cops. Dead cops. (fuck yea!)
Billions of dead cops

Do what’s right, a bit of suicide
Use those dead eyes that burrow in your face
Look at your arm, trace a blue line
Billions of dead cops make the world a better place

For all that you’ve dealt
Turn that gun on yourself
Dead cops. Dead cops. (fuck yea!)
Billions of dead cops

For all that you’ve dealt
Turn that gun on yourself
Dead cops. Dead cops. (fuck yea!)
Line the streets with dead cops!

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from Hold My Beer, Punk! (The Roots), released October 15, 2021

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Dropping A Popped Locket Queens, New York

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DAPL has been around since 2008. Songs ranging from serious to parody, from metal to trap, from hip hop to acoustic, from bluegrass to punk, from electronic to....you get the picture.

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