(feat. Lord Jamar, Talib Kweli) [Talib Kweli] For all my people who got someone locked down right now Fuck it, this for everyone locked down right now, fuck it Help me out, Lord Jamar, Talib Kweli, Kool G Rap [Kool G. Rap] From the street blocks, to c-blocks, sleep in a box Creep with an ox, got beef in the shop, got beef with the cops Sharp blade keep in the crotch, prison guards deep on the watch Fifth stare people'll drop, if it ease not then we peeping it pops Even though they not speaking a lot, the plot ease drop, greasing a cop Come to shove meat in your chops, flee the spot, sheets in a knot Get tied from your feet to the top, you caught in the hall, make blood skeet with a mop If you doing shift in the kitchen blood'll leak in the pot, Just a long game of sheep and the fox Phone time, beef for your slot, the shit'll make you weep in your coot Mayors get messy y'all, nigga get shanked up in the chest he fall Pressed against the wall, got the best of y'all, stitch from neck to balls Skin cut flesh and all, stretched out unless you balled, nothing sexy at all The life destiny wall, hope the Lord bless when he call, Stand like a man or be a Debbie in core, heavier they come heavier from nigga to whore Be a predator, dead in the morgue, a spread in the log [Chorus x2: Talib Kweli] In the prison, industrial complex You got taxes, politics, jobs death Gross stun it, cold blooded, dark and heartless From the pyramids down to the projects [Lord Jamar a.k.a Supreme Allah] What do it take, vandal try to escape I got a homemade shank, wrap the handle with tape Better move quick fast, I got a trick for your ass Niggas in my clique stick dick to your ass So we don't give a fuck trying to make time past Here eat it up feed a nigga fine glass Got jail house wine in the stash, Every time the café serve swine yo I tell I pass Do like Beecher did to Shillinger and shit on your ass You the feature when I'm killing ya, hit on your ass Supreme Allah said we got time to kill So when it's time to kill, we got time to kill In the yard with the guards when its time to build And time is hard got to use my wills See shit has changed every since they killed Adebisi You never know niggas might try to grease me [Chorus] [Talib Kweli] The image that we pro-ject is still God Time to reflect but the reflection is hard Like sticking mirrors out between the bars, seeing the guards Seem like everybody innocent regardless of the charge You face death, rape threats, and place bets, on who getting laced next Forever faceless never waste breathe Blowing out the candles that the wind already snuffed out They locked up your body your mind could bust out Police don't sweep to get the dust out They want your name in the system, My need to mention the death penalty as legal lynching People listen, they got teenagers up in the line up To fill the new facility they built they need the crime up Please, the war on drugs is really war on the youth War on the people, war on the truth The violent crimes rise, the silent dies as sirens cry through the night People fight for what's left and not what's right [Chorus] [Talib Kweli] Word is bond [Goes into a Augustus Hill on Oz skit]
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Lord Jamar, Talib Kweli) [Talib Kweli] For all my people who got someone locked down right now Fuck it, this for everyone locked down right now, fuck it Help me out, Lord Jamar, Talib Kweli, Kool G Rap [Kool G. Rap] From the street blocks, to c-blocks, sleep in a box Creep with an ox, got beef in the shop, got beef with the cops Sharp blade keep in the crotch, prison guards deep on the watch Fifth stare people'll drop, if it ease not then we peeping it pops Even though they not speaking a lot, the plot ease drop, greasing a cop Come to shove meat in your chops, flee the spot, sheets in a knot Get tied from your feet to the top, you caught in the hall, make blood skeet with a mop If you doing shift in the kitchen blood'll leak in the pot, Just a long game of sheep and the fox Phone time, beef for your slot, the shit'll make you weep in your coot Mayors get messy y'all, nigga get shanked up in the chest he fall Pressed against the wall, got the best of y'all, stitch from neck to balls Skin cut flesh and all, stretched out unless you balled, nothing sexy at all The life destiny wall, hope the Lord bless when he call, Stand like a man or be a Debbie in core, heavier they come heavier from nigga to whore Be a predator, dead in the morgue, a spread in the log [Chorus x2: Talib Kweli] In the prison, industrial complex You got taxes, politics, jobs death Gross stun it, cold blooded, dark and heartless From the pyramids down to the projects [Lord Jamar a.k.a Supreme Allah] What do it take, vandal try to escape I got a homemade shank, wrap the handle with tape Better move quick fast, I got a trick for your ass Niggas in my clique stick dick to your ass So we don't give a fuck trying to make time past Here eat it up feed a nigga fine glass Got jail house wine in the stash, Every time the café serve swine yo I tell I pass Do like Beecher did to Shillinger and shit on your ass You the feature when I'm killing ya, hit on your ass Supreme Allah said we got time to kill So when it's time to kill, we got time to kill In the yard with the guards when its time to build And time is hard got to use my wills See shit has changed every since they killed Adebisi You never know niggas might try to grease me [Chorus] [Talib Kweli] The image that we pro-ject is still God Time to reflect but the reflection is hard Like sticking mirrors out between the bars, seeing the guards Seem like everybody innocent regardless of the charge You face death, rape threats, and place bets, on who getting laced next Forever faceless never waste breathe Blowing out the candles that the wind already snuffed out They locked up your body your mind could bust out Police don't sweep to get the dust out They want your name in the system, My need to mention the death penalty as legal lynching People listen, they got teenagers up in the line up To fill the new facility they built they need the crime up Please, the war on drugs is really war on the youth War on the people, war on the truth The violent crimes rise, the silent dies as sirens cry through the night People fight for what's left and not what's right [Chorus] [Talib Kweli] Word is bond [Goes into a Augustus Hill on Oz skit]
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