* in character from Oz as "Supreme Allah"
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[Talib Kweli]
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For all my people who got someone locked down right now
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Fuck it, this for everyone locked down right now, fuck it
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Help me out, Lord Jamar, Talib Kweli, Kool G Rap
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[Kool G. Rap]
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From the street blocks, to c-blocks, sleep in a box
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Creep with an ox, got beef in the shop, got beef with the cops
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Sharp blade keep in the crotch, prison guards deep on the watch
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Fifth stare people'll drop, if it ease not then we peeping it pops
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Even though they not speaking a lot,
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the plot ease drop, greasing a cop
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Come to shove meat in your chops, flee the spot, sheets in a knot
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Get tied from your feet to the top, you caught in the hall,
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make blood skeet with a mop
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If you doing shift in the kitchen blood'll leak in the pot,
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Just a long game of sheep and the fox
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Phone time, beef for your slot, the shit'll make you weep in your coot
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Mayors get messy y'all, nigga get shanked up in the chest he fall
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Pressed against the wall, got the best of y'all,
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stitch from neck to balls
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Skin cut flesh and all, stretched out unless you balled,
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nothing sexy at all
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The life destiny wall, hope the Lord bless when he call,
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Stand like a man or be a Debbie in core, heavier
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they come heavier from nigga to whore
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Be a predator, dead in the morgue, a spread in the log
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(Chorus 2X: Talib Kweli)
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In the prison, industrial complex
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You got taxes, politics, jobs death
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Gross stun it, cold blooded, dark and heartless
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From the pyramids down to the projects
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[Lord Jamar a.k.a Supreme Allah]
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What do it take, vandal try to escape
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I got a homemade shank, wrap the handle with tape
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Better move quick fast, I got a trick for your ass
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Niggas in my clique stick dick to your ass
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So we don't give a fuck trying to make time past
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Here eat it up feed a nigga fine glass
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Got jail house wine in the stash,
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Every time the caf?serve swine yo I tell I pass
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Do like Beecher did to Shillinger and shit on your ass
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You the feature when I'm killing ya, hit on your ass
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Supreme Allah said we got time to kill
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So when it's time to kill, we got time to kill
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In the yard with the guards when its time to build
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And time is hard got to use my wills
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See shit has changed every since they killed Adebisi
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You never know niggas might try to grease me
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(Chorus)
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[Talib Kweli]
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The image that we pro-ject is still God
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Time to reflect but the reflection is hard
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Like sticking mirrors out between the bars, seeing the guards
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Seem like everybody innocent regardless of the charge
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You face death, rape threats, and place bets,
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on who getting laced next
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Forever faceless never waste breathe
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Blowing out the candles that the wind already snuffed out
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They locked up your body your mind could bust out
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Police don't sweep to get the dust out
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They want your name in the system,
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My need to mention the death penalty as legal lynching
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People listen, they got teenagers up in the line up
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To fill the new facility they built they need the crime up
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Please, the war on drugs is really war on the youth
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War on the people, war on the truth
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The violent crimes rise,
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the silent dies as sirens cry through the night
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People fight for what's left and not what's right
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(Chorus)
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[Talib Kweli]
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Word is bond
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{*Goes into a Augustus Hill on Oz skit*}
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Oz Theme 2000
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| Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo |
