Luyện nghe bài hát Oz Theme 2000

* in from Oz as "Supreme Allah"

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

[Kool G.
the street blocks, to c-blocks, sleep in a box
Creep with an ox, got beef in the shop, got beef the cops
Sharp blade keep in the crotch, prison deep on the watch
stare people'll drop, if it ease not then we peeping it pops
Even they not speaking a lot,
the ease drop, greasing a cop
to shove meat in your chops, flee the spot, sheets in a knot
Get tied from your to the top, you caught in the hall,
blood skeet with a mop
If you doing shift in the kitchen leak in the pot,
a long game of sheep and the fox
Phone time, beef for your slot, the shit'll make you weep in coot
Mayors get y'all, nigga get shanked up in the chest he fall
Pressed against the wall, got the of y'all,
stitch neck to balls
Skin cut flesh and all, out unless you balled,
sexy at all
The life wall, hope the Lord bless when he call,
like a man or be a Debbie in core, heavier
they come heavier from nigga to
Be a predator, in the morgue, a spread in the log

(Chorus 2X: Kweli)
In the prison, industrial
You got taxes, politics, death
stun it, cold blooded, dark and heartless
From the pyramids 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
move quick fast, I got a trick for your ass
Niggas in my clique stick dick to ass
So we don't give a fuck trying to time past
eat it up feed a nigga fine glass
Got jail house in the stash,
Every time the caf?serve swine yo I I pass
Do like Beecher did to Shillinger and on your ass
You the feature when I'm killing ya, hit on ass
Supreme Allah we got time to kill
So it's time to kill, we got time to kill
In the yard with the guards its time to build
And time is got to use my wills
See shit has changed since they killed Adebisi
You never know niggas try to grease me

(Chorus)

Kweli]
The image we pro-ject is still God
Time to but the reflection is hard
Like mirrors out between the bars, seeing the guards
Seem like everybody regardless of the charge
You face death, rape threats, and bets,
on who laced next
Forever faceless waste breathe
Blowing out the candles the wind already snuffed out
They up your body your mind could bust out
Police don't to get the dust out
They your name in the system,
My need to mention the death as legal lynching
People listen, they got teenagers up in the up
To fill the new facility they built they the crime up
Please, the war on drugs is really war on the
War on the people, war on the
The crimes rise,
the silent dies as sirens cry the night
People fight for what's and not what's right

(Chorus)

[Talib
Word is

into a Augustus Hill on Oz skit*}