Kegr

5.1.2008 | 00:12

Long arm of the law

  Yo, when the long arm of the law
  Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
  Policecars passing you, on dark avenues
  Mag lights flashing you, pigs harassing you
  Breaking you down, smashing you (smashing you)

  On the concrete, you find out you can't compete
  With the number one thief on the street
  I tried to tell you that back, on the biggest hustle track
  It's OK to sell crack, if the cops got your back
  And they certainly will, if they're on your payoff
  They know that if they fuck around, they're getting laid off
  and since to cops, just like the average citizen, a clean conscience
  compared to a steady income, that's nonsense
  That's why I stay getting busted for bullshit charges
  More than one time, one time, came around
  This fuck went down
  När ja å Tommy var i Burlöv, du kommer ihåg, eller hur bög?
  -Jorå schlook, vi hade just fotat pieces
  Now we're getting fucked by the long dick of the law
  Inflict social diseases cause they use no protection
  Judge slam the hammer, D.A. got an erection
  Wouldn't even give me a public defender
  For such a small case, not paying on the trains
  Still they wanna four thousand crownors, from my bank account
  I thought that was a too big amount
  But the judge didn't had no sympathy on me
  All on his mind, a conviction or are fine, like Junior Reeves
  But I wasn't fighting -No war (no waaar)
  Still they wanna send a mailman with a ticket to mi door -ah to mi doooor
  I was only trying to make a wholecar -A wholecar
  The Bigfoot beast wanna arrest dej, and put you behind bars -In just a blur,
  in just a blur
  Free mumia abu jamal

  Yo, when the long arm of the law
  Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
  Policecars passing you, on dark avenues
  Mag lights flashing you, pigs harassing you
  Breaking you down, smashing you
  Yo, when the long arm of the law
  Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
  Policecars passing you, on dark avenues
  Mag lights flashing you, pigs harassing you
  Breaking you down, smashing you


  Asking you "what", "why", "when"
  And "Where at were you?"
  "And with whom", so you is innocent till proved (yea,yea)
  They're in the wrong mood, you're in the wrong goove
  Or you might look kinnda rude, eatherways you're getting screwed
  Told what not to do, how to improve the system
  By not making moves, not questioning rules
  Not being concerned with, who's getting beat and bruised
  Who's being abused, well well
  I got news for those who belive the police doing their work right
  My man from back home, killed this kid in a fight
  Had to do social-work, he got arrested a few times
  But never had to do time, never paid no fines
  This other cat, he goes trace, with official failance
  Which equals, he lost some money for the government
  They couldn't prove his guilt, as he stood in silence
  But since that crime was economical
  They bet every law and paragraph, they could find to lock him up
  Now what does that teach us? -They don't give a fuck
  If you hurt flesh and blood that don't cross nothing
  But you'll get like twelve months for material destruction
  Yo, that's disgusting
  So when the long arm of the law try to get it's grip
  Pull your middle finger and split
  (yo, split)

  Yo, when the long arm of the law
  Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
  Policecars passing you, on dark avenues
  Mag lights flashing you, pigs harassing you
  Breaking you down, smashing you

   It's like this, I'm opressed by the whole system
  That's why I diss 'em, no fake ass-kissing
  Yo listen, recently I had to pay a visit
  To Malmoe courthouse, two-thousand crowns if I miss this, so skip it
  I went down there to be confronted
  I denied the whole scenario, said I couldn't have done it
  9:30 in the morning, met my lawyer
  he said it looks kinnda bad, they got witnesses and all that
  FUCK THAT
  I still fill like I am innocent
  You think I wrote BIF on McD without a reason? (whoa?)
  Yo, I'm stuck, it's like David versus Goliath
  A lonely man, versus the corruption of alliance
  Don't expect silence though, I make noise till ya ears bleed
  And make you all scrap paint until I stop breath
  Belive me, I know the time when it's on
  Cosmic, lyricly I rock in Babylon
  -But yo Cos, what happened at that trial incident?
  You know the same old song
  They find my story insufficient, mistreated, defeated and mentally harassed
  An outcast, who's down for punishment at last

  Yo, ya, wa, check

  Yo, when the long arm of the law
  Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
  Policecars passing you, on dark avenues
  Mag lights flashing you, pigs harassing you
  Breaking you down, smashing you
  Gouvernment taxing you, turning backs on you
  If you got the wrong sex, and the wrong accent too
  The wrong attitude, living on the wrong latitude
  Still they want your ass to show gratitude