Long Arm of the Law

Yaya, yayaya, yayaya, yayaya Yo, when the long arm of the law Is grabbing you, backstabbing you Police cars 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 Inflicting social diseases cause they use no protection Judge slammed 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 wanted 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 waaar) So why they 'affi 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 thy, and they wanna put thy behind bars -In just a blur, in just a blur Free Mumia Abu Jamal (Check it out ya, 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 Yo, when the long arm of the law Is grabbing you, backstabbing you Police cars 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 kinda rude, eitherways 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, a loss of cash money for the government They couldn't prove his guilt, as he stood in silence But since that crime was economical They bent 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's trying to get it's grip Grip your middle finger and split (Yo, split) Ya, wa wa 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 Nine thirty in the morning meet my lawyer He said it looks kinda bad, they got witnesses and all that - Fuck that! I still feel 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 liars 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, lyrically 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 Government taxing you, turning backs on you If you got the wrong sex, and the wrong accent too The wrong attitude, living at the wrong latitude Still they want your ass to show gratitude