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* in from Oz as "Supreme Allah"

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

[Kool G.
From the street blocks, to c-blocks, in a box
Creep an ox, got beef in the shop, got beef with the cops
Sharp keep in the crotch, prison guards deep on the watch
stare people'll drop, if it ease not then we peeping it pops
Even though not speaking a lot,
the ease drop, greasing a cop
Come to shove meat in your chops, flee the spot, in a knot
Get tied from your 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 game of sheep and the fox
Phone time, beef for slot, the shit'll make you weep in your coot
get messy y'all, nigga get shanked up in the chest he fall
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 destiny wall, hope the Lord bless he call,
Stand like a man or be a Debbie in core,
come heavier 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, jobs
stun it, cold blooded, dark and heartless
From the down to the projects

Jamar a.k.a Supreme Allah]
What do it take, vandal try to
I got a homemade shank, wrap the with tape
Better move fast, I got a trick for your ass
Niggas in my stick dick to your ass
So we don't give a fuck to make time past
Here eat it up a nigga fine glass
Got jail wine in the stash,
Every the caf?serve swine yo I tell I pass
Do like Beecher did to Shillinger and shit on ass
You the feature when I'm killing ya, hit on ass
Allah said we got time to kill
So it's time to kill, we got time to kill
In the with the guards when its time to build
And is hard got to use my wills
See shit has changed every since they killed
You never know niggas might try to me

(Chorus)

[Talib
The image we pro-ject is still God
Time to but the reflection is hard
Like sticking out between the bars, seeing the guards
Seem everybody innocent regardless of the charge
You face death, threats, and place bets,
on who getting laced
Forever faceless never waste
Blowing out the candles the wind already snuffed out
They locked up your body your mind bust out
Police don't to get the dust out
want your name in the system,
My to mention the death penalty as legal lynching
People listen, they got teenagers up in the up
To fill the new facility they built they need the up
Please, the war on drugs is really war on the
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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