Luyện nghe bài hát Oz Theme 2000

* in character Oz as "Supreme Allah"

Kweli]
For all my people who got someone locked down now
Fuck it, this for everyone down right now, fuck it
Help me out, Jamar, Talib Kweli, Kool G Rap

G. Rap]
From the blocks, to c-blocks, sleep in a box
Creep with an ox, got in the shop, got beef with the cops
Sharp keep in the crotch, prison guards deep on the watch
Fifth people'll drop, if it ease not then we peeping it pops
Even though not speaking a lot,
the plot drop, greasing a cop
Come to shove meat in your chops, flee the spot, in a knot
Get tied from feet to the top, you caught in the hall,
make blood skeet a mop
If you doing shift in the kitchen leak in the pot,
Just a long of sheep and the fox
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
Pressed the wall, got the best of y'all,
stitch from to balls
Skin cut flesh and all, stretched out you balled,
sexy at all
The life wall, hope the Lord bless when he call,
Stand like a man or be a in core, heavier
they come from nigga to whore
Be a predator, dead in the morgue, a in the log

(Chorus 2X: Kweli)
In the prison, complex
You got taxes, politics, death
Gross stun it, blooded, dark and heartless
From the pyramids down to the

[Lord Jamar a.k.a Allah]
What do it take, vandal try to
I got a shank, wrap the handle with tape
move quick fast, I got a trick for your ass
Niggas in my clique stick dick to ass
So we give a fuck trying to make time past
eat it up feed a nigga fine glass
Got jail wine in the stash,
Every time the caf?serve yo I tell I pass
Do like did to Shillinger and shit on your ass
You the feature when I'm ya, hit on your ass
Supreme Allah we got time to kill
So when it's time to kill, we got to kill
In the yard the guards when its time to build
And is hard got to use my wills
See shit has every since they killed Adebisi
You never niggas might try to grease me

(Chorus)

[Talib
The that we pro-ject is still God
Time to reflect but the is hard
Like mirrors out between the bars, seeing the guards
Seem like everybody innocent of the charge
You death, rape threats, and place bets,
on who getting laced
Forever faceless never waste
Blowing out the that the wind already snuffed out
They locked up your your mind could bust out
don't sweep to get the dust out
They want your in the system,
My need to mention the death as legal lynching
People listen, they got up in the line up
To fill the new facility they built need the crime up
Please, the war on is really war on the youth
War on the people, war on the
The crimes rise,
the silent as sirens cry through the night
People fight for left and not what's right

(Chorus)

[Talib
Word is

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