The System - Necro, Kool G Rap, The Godfathers

Cock it back, pop it, I’m popping my Glock

Cock it back, pop it, let of every single shot

The system forces me to travel to court and watch my case unravel

I’d rather bury a fuckin judge in his gavel than gravel

They wanna see my funeral

Which explains triple 6's in my docket numeral

These pigs wanna lock me up for a wack crime

Tell me to come to court 9:30 AM — motherfucker, I sleep at that time

Yo, word is bond

I’d like to see some victim of injustice put bombs on his back and blow up

120 Schermerhorn but not when I’m there

So kick my door in, cause any warrant I got I’m ignorin'

Get off my dick, pig, you makin my testicles tired

Tryin' a charge me for assault without using electrical wires

It won’t stick, it’s like assault without the battery

I’ll inject mescaline into your anatomy if you rat on me

I’m like Carlito Brigante

These bitches want me, go suck dick on a donkey

You fucking cunt piece

Judicial system crooked like the novels of Grisham

Ain’t worth piss in the bums' bladder, the funds matter

With some collateral, law is corporate laterals

Written in Latin, by bastards stackin' em smackaroos

Enforced on the poor and pathetic, that run to war or get wetted

Off with your head, get a coffin and flag for credit

Catching hell or yellin' for medics

To satisfy a hell of a fetish

Red as blood trails from the perished

Military kill and bury for propaganda news

Rockefeller wrote they was dumb, stupid animals

That base life off of that one group and camera crew

Now camouflage scanners move on the slums

In the sand and dunes

For royal bloodliners, that fuck minors

Plus luff vagina

From the kind you find at Wonderama

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