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 waaar)

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



(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

Policecars 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 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)



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 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 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 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