Oz Theme 2000 Lyrics - Kool G. Rap & Dj Polo

* 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 

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(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 its 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 

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(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*}