in* character from Oz as "Supreme Allah" [Talib

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

G Rap]. From
the street blocks to, c-blocks sleep, in a box Creep
with an ox got, beef in the shop got, beef with the cops Sharp
blade keep in the crotch prison, guards deep on the watch Fifth
stare people'll drop if, it ease not then we peeping it pops Even
though they not speaking a lot The,
plot ease drop greasing, a cop Come
to shove meat in your chops flee, the spot sheets, in a knot Get
tied from your feet to the top you, caught in the hall Make,
blood skeet with a mop If
you doing shift in the kitchen blood'll leak in the pot Just,
a long game of sheep and the fox Phone
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 fall Pressed
against the wall got, the best of y'all Stitch,
from neck to balls Skin
cut flesh and all stretched, out unless you balled Nothing,
sexy at all The
life destiny wall hope, the Lord bless when he call Stand,
like a man or be a Debbie in core heavier, They
come heavier from nigga to whore Be
a predator dead, in the morgue a, spread in the log (Chorus

2X Talib: Kweli) In
the prison industrial, complex You
got taxes politics, jobs, death Gross
stun it cold, blooded dark, and heartless From
the pyramids down to the projects [Lord

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

[Talib

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

[Talib

Kweli] Word
is bond {

Goes*into a Augustus Hill on Oz skit }*