Текст песни Looptroop f Timbuktu - Reclaim the City
Looptroop f Timbuktu - Reclaim the City слова песни
[Timbuktu]In the year 2000, watch out for Looptroopcoming to reclaim a city near youIt`s Timbuk with the truth, detonate your city like a nukeAnd duck from blue suits and cop bootsHeadline the news and reclaim the avenuesScare them nazi crews with rap attitudesCause mass media`s polluting the nationThis is my Swedish history exclamationI`d rather stand up for my views in handcuffsThis shit you can`t trust, get fucked and banged upBack in the days the state helped HitlerNow they`re trying to arrest me for packing rizlaI can`t live the law that they speakMy cause is deep, I keep prowl while you`re asleep (Yes!)Cause me and Promoe, keep a low proA big bro catch us on a satellite photoSo when the punk police roll up from light, whatYou want an autographed poster?You cops are the same all over the worldWanna brush me with the night stingCharge me with anything, the mic stinkHow sick can y`all get?Timbuktu`s the terrorist targetExcuse me, sergeant, you need a pause for breathingI`m gonna put my hands on a mic where you can see themAnd yes, I use profanity and foul languageYou can point your fingers at me cause I`m the banditThat`s how they planned it, so I can look like the enemyFucking with us [?] , the melodyThis here`s a 28 bar felonyRounded with the Looptroop to reclaim your city[Chorus: Cos.m.i.c]Nowadays, who got rights? The people? Not quiteCan you truly say that you feel safe in daily life?I try to rise cause the way I see democracyGot to be the opposite of your hypocrisyA cop to me is like a certified murdererwho push you down mentally and physically hurting younever protect and serving you, that`s their policythat`s why we reclaim the city with no apologies[Promoe]I see men, pulling up in car loavesDressed in law-suites, wanting to trap me behind barcodesLike John Carlos, life`s a big Olympic gameMoney, drugs and corruption, the winner stays the sameWhite guys in suites and ties, telling white liesSelling white lines, dollar-signs instead of eyesBut it`s us they rob and blind that`s why we stick with dogsAtomic canines on your ass like liquid blocksPlus we`re sick with jobs, that`s why we make hits with mobsIn the studio, DVSG pull stakes and robYou, while you look the other wayNocturnal animals, locked in their cage during the dayThen at nighttime we break out on a mission to get evenSome evil heathens touring the highways of SwedenLeaving walls bleeding, cops breathing down our necksWith bad breath, trying to keep us in checkBut hey, Mr Officer, listen Mr ConstableMy name is Promoe, I`m illegally responsibleFor this multinational corporation called DVSGStill underground productive, but now tax deductiveNothing to be fucked with, like homos with AIDSBut here`s a three o`clock road block, it`s Promoe they raidCause they hate my rebel music with a passionBut yo, they can not turn it down, they can not cut my hair like SamsonMy record keeps spinning, as long as the world is spinningIn the next inning I`m swinging until I`m winningCause cops been sinning since the beginning and now the end is nearPromoe, yo I`m the fuck about it here[Chorus]