Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo - Oz Theme 2000 Lyrics
* in character from oz as supreme allah[talib kweli]For all my people who got someone locked down right now***** it, this for everyone locked down right now, ***** itHelp me out, lord jamar, talib kweli, kool g rap[kool g. rap]From the street blocks, to c-blocks, sleep in a boxCreep with an ox, got beef in the shop, got beef with the copsSharp blade keep in the crotch, prison guards deep on the watchFifth stare peoplell drop, if it ease not then we peeping it popsEven though they not speaking a lot,The plot ease drop, greasing a copCome to shove meat in your chops, flee the spot, sheets in a knotGet tied from your feet to the top, you caught in the hall,Make blood skeet with a mopIf you doing shift in the kitchen bloodll leak in the pot,Just a long game of sheep and the foxPhone time, beef for your slot, the shitll make you weep in your cootMayors get messy yall, nigga get shanked up in the chest he fallPressed against the wall, got the best of yall,Stitch from neck to ballsSkin cut flesh and all, stretched out unless you balled,Nothing sexy at allThe life destiny wall, hope the lord bless when he call,Stand like a man or be a debbie in core, heavierThey come heavier from nigga to whoreBe a predator, dead in the morgue, a spread in the log(chorus 2x: talib kweli)In the prison, industrial complexYou got taxes, politics, jobs deathGross stun it, cold blooded, dark and heartlessFrom the pyramids down to the projects[lord jamar a.k.a supreme allah]What do it take, vandal try to escapeI got a homemade shank, wrap the handle with tapeBetter move quick fast, I got a trick for your assNiggas in my clique stick dick to your assSo we dont give a ***** trying to make time pastHere eat it up feed a nigga fine glassGot jail house wine in the stash,Every time the caf? serve swine yo I tell I passDo like beecher did to shillinger and shit on your assYou the feature when Im killing ya, hit on your assSupreme allah said we got time to killSo when its time to kill, we got time to killIn the yard with the guards when its time to buildAnd time is hard got to use my willsSee shit has changed every since they killed adebisiYou never know niggas might try to grease me(chorus)[talib kweli]The image that we pro-ject is still godTime to reflect but the reflection is hardLike sticking mirrors out between the bars, seeing the guardsSeem like everybody innocent regardless of the chargeYou face death, rape threats, and place bets,On who getting laced nextForever faceless never waste breatheBlowing out the candles that the wind already snuffed outThey locked up your body your mind could bust outPolice dont sweep to get the dust outThey want your name in the system,My need to mention the death penalty as legal lynchingPeople listen, they got teenagers up in the line upTo fill the new facility they built they need the crime upPlease, the war on drugs is really war on the youthWar on the people, war on the truthThe violent crimes rise,The silent dies as sirens cry through the nightPeople fight for whats left and not whats right(chorus)[talib kweli]Word is bond{*goes into a augustus hill on oz skit*}
