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CAPITAL-''X'' - Face The Music lyrics

rate me

I rap bars, for those trapped behind bars

While cats rap crap, trying to become rap stars

They won't get that far, chasing fast cash and fast cars

I create lyrical litigations that will get that ass off

Justice ain't blind, dogg, she's just lost

Making ya chance's of acquittal, slimmer than Kate Moss

In courts the more you pay, the better chance is you walk

That or play Sammy the Bull, and you'll walk if you talk

If you broke you lost, you can kiss that ass goodbye

I don't care if your innocent, with an airtight alibi

Swear to tell the truth, but that ass better lie

Especially in Texas where chances are, you gonna die

Pressure is being applied, so please don't interrupt

Allow this like judges allow prosecutorial misconduct

That's when you literally get fucked, without a condom

And justice has a miscarriage like a crack head in Harlem

The system's corrupt shut up, this can't be disputed

The rich get acquitted while the poor get prosecuted

The truth can't be diluted, what I spit can't be refuted

Sure you can mute it, but you still gotta face the music

The justice system's corrupt shut up, this can't be disputed

The rich get acquitted while the poor get executed

The truth can't be diluted, what I spit can't be refuted

Sure you can mute it, but you still have to face the music

Forget a plea bargain, that's like grabbing the third rail

Or like playing monopoly, you go directly to jail

No passing Go, or collecting two hundred dollar's

Don't take a scholar to figure out you a chihuahua fighting with Rottweiler's

I'm breaking the iron collar, fuck a gag order

I'll quarter the DA's daughter, while reporters catch it on cam-corder's

Yea I am out of order, like my cousin Vinny

Fighting a capital murder case in Tupelo Mississippi

Where chances are iffy, they never 50-50

The odds are against you like gambling in Atlantic City

Trials are always risky, but you can beat the odds

With a high priced lawyer like the Teflon Don

But you'll be singing a different song, with a public defender

You'll be going for a ride, but not at great adventure

It's all about the legal tenders, not evidence or proof

Means without Johnny Cash, you'll sing the Folsom prison blues

Due process, now here's an interesting topic

A real crock of shit as I like to call it

It's the law of the land according to the Magna Cartar

Legal judgment of peers unless you from the projects

For starters you have the right, to a fair and public trial

Conducted competently, but we ain't seen that in a while

You got the right to be present at your trial, and to an impartial jury

That's like being at your funeral, when you about to be buried

Yea it's scary but you have the right, to have it all make sense

And you have the right to be heard, in your own defense

Not that it makes a difference, like a life or death sentence

Either way the Eighth Amendment, proves to be nothing but bullshit

It all revolves around profits, governments hands in your pockets

Making sure wages garnished, even if they made honest

Going through hardships, dead broke or homeless

The 5th and 14th Amendments, ain't nothing but garbage

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