| Yaya, yayaya, yayaya, yayaya
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| Yo, when the long arm of the law
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| Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
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| Policecars passing you, on dark avenues
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| Mag-lights flashing you, pigs harassing you
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| Breaking you down, smashing you (smashing you)
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| On the concrete, you find out you can’t compete
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| With the number one thief on the street
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| I tried to tell you that back, on the biggest hustle track
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| It’s OK to sell crack, if the cops got your back
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| And they certainly will, if they’re on your payoff
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| They know that if they fuck around, they’re getting laid off
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| And to the cops, to the average citizens, a clean conscience
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| Compared to a steady income, that’s nonsense
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| That’s why I stay getting busted for bullshit charges
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| More than one time, one time, came around
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| This what went down
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| När ja å Tommy var I Burlöv, du kommer ihåg, eller hur bög?
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| -Jorå schlook, vi hade just fotat pieces
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| Now we’re getting fucked by the long dick of the law
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| Inflict social diseases cause they use no protection
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| Judge slam the hammer, D.A. |
| got an erection
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| Wouldn’t even give me a public defender
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| For such a small case, not paying on the trains
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| Still they wanna four thousand kronors, from my bank account
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| I thought that was a too big amount
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| But the judge didn’t had no sympathy on me
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| All on his mind are I committed (unhearable)
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| But I wasn’t fighting — No war (no war)
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| So why they wanna send a mailman with a ticket to mi door -ah to mi doooor
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| I was only trying to make a wholecar — A wholecar
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| The Bigfoot beast wanna arrest dej, and put you behind bars -In just a blur,
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| in just a blur
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| Free Mumia Abu Jamal
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| Asking you «what», «why», «when»
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| And «Where at were you?»
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| «And with whom», so you is innocent till proved (yea, yea)
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| They’re in the wrong mood, you’re in the wrong goove
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| Or you might look kinnda rude, eatherways you’re getting screwed
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| Told what not to do, how to improve the system
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| By not making moves, not questioning rules
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| Not being concerned with, who’s getting beat and bruised
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| Who’s being abused, well well
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| I got news for those who belive the police doing their work right
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| My man from back home, killed this kid in a fight
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| Had to do social-work, he got arrested a few times
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| But never had to do time, never paid no fines
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| This other cat, he goes trace, with official failance
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| Which equals, he lost some money for the government
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| They couldn’t prove his guilt, as he stood in silence
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| But since that crime was economical
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| They bet every law and paragraph, they could find to lock him up
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| Now what does that teach us — They don’t give a fuck
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| If you hurt flesh and blood that don’t cross nothing
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| But you’ll get like twelve months for material destruction
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| Yo, that’s disgusting
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| So when the long arm of the law try to get it’s grip
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| Grip your middle finger and split
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| (yo, split)
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| It’s like this, I’m depressed by the whole system
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| That’s why I diss 'em, no fake ass-kissing
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| Yo listen, recently I had to pay a visit
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| To Malmoe courthouse, two-thousand crowns if I miss this, so skip it
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| I went down there to be confronted
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| I denied the whole scenario, said I couldn’t have done it
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| Nine thirty in the morning meet a lawyer
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| He said it looks kinnda bad, they got witnesses and all that — Fuck that!
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| I still fill like I am innocent
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| You think I wrote B.I.F on Mac D without a reason
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| Yo, I’m stuck, it’s like David versus Goliath
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| A lonely man, versus the corruption of liers
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| Don’t expect silence though, I make noise till ya ears bleed
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| And make you all scrap paint until I stop breath
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| Belive me, I know the time when it’s on
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| Cosmic, lyricly I rock in Babylon
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| -But yo Cos, what happened on that trial incident?
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| You know the same old song
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| They find my story insufficient, mistreated, defeated and mentally harassed
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| An outcast, who’s done for punishment at last
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| Yo, ya, wa, check
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| Yo, when the long arm of the law
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| Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
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| Policecars passing you, on dark avenues
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| Mag-lights flashing you, pigs harassing you
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| Breaking you down, smashing you
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| Gouvernment taxing you, turning backs on you
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| If you got the wrong sex, and the wrong accent too
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| The wrong attitude, living on the wrong latitude
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| Still they want your ass to show gratitude |