Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Long Arm Of The Law, artist - Looptroop Rockers. Album song Modern Day City Symphony, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.04.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: David vs Goliath
Song language: English
Long Arm Of The Law |
Yaya, yayaya, yayaya, yayaya |
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 to the cops, to the average citizens, 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 what 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 kronors, 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 are I committed (unhearable) |
But I wasn’t fighting — No war (no war) |
So why 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 |
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 |
Grip your middle finger and split |
(yo, split) |
It’s like this, I’m depressed 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 |
Nine thirty in the morning meet a 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 B.I.F on Mac D without a reason |
Yo, I’m stuck, it’s like David versus Goliath |
A lonely man, versus the corruption of liers |
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 on that trial incident? |
You know the same old song |
They find my story insufficient, mistreated, defeated and mentally harassed |
An outcast, who’s done 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 |