LOOPTROOP - Reclaim The City lyrics

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(feat. Timbuktu)

[Timbuktu]

In the year 2000, watch out for Looptroop

coming to reclaim a city near you

It's Timbuk with the truth, detonate your city like a nuke

And duck from blue suits and cop boots

Headline the news and reclaim the avenues

Scare them nazi crews with rap attitudes

Cause mass media's polluting the nation

This is my Swedish history exclamation

I'd rather stand up for my views in handcuffs

This shit you can't trust, get fucked and banged up

Back in the days the state helped Hitler

Now they're trying to arrest me for packing rizla

I can't live the law that they speak

My cause is deep, I keep prowl while you're asleep (Yes!)

Cause me and Promoe, keep a low pro

A big bro catch us on a satellite photo

So when the punk police roll up from light, what

You want an autographed poster?

You cops are the same all over the world

Wanna brush me with the night sting

Charge me with anything, the mic stink

How sick can y'all get?

Timbuktu's the terrorist target

Excuse me, sergeant, you need a pause for breathing

I'm gonna put my hands on a mic where you can see them

And yes, I use profanity and foul language

You can point your fingers at me cause I'm the bandit

That's how they planned it, so I can look like the enemy

Fucking with us [?] , the melody

This here's a 28 bar felony

Rounded with the Looptroop to reclaim your city

[Chorus: Cos.m.i.c]

Nowadays, who got rights? The people? Not quite

Can you truly say that you feel safe in daily life?

I try to rise cause the way I see democracy

Got to be the opposite of your hypocrisy

A cop to me is like a certified murderer

who push you down mentally and physically hurting you

never protect and serving you, that's their policy

that's why we reclaim the city with no apologies

[Promoe]

I see men, pulling up in car loaves

Dressed in law-suites, wanting to trap me behind barcodes

Like John Carlos, life's a big Olympic game

Money, drugs and corruption, the winner stays the same

White guys in suites and ties, telling white lies

Selling white lines, dollar-signs instead of eyes

But it's us they rob and blind that's why we stick with dogs

Atomic canines on your ass like liquid blocks

Plus we're sick with jobs, that's why we make hits with mobs

In the studio, DVSG pull stakes and rob

You, while you look the other way

Nocturnal animals, locked in their cage during the day

Then at nighttime we break out on a mission to get even

Some evil heathens touring the highways of Sweden

Leaving walls bleeding, cops breathing down our necks

With bad breath, trying to keep us in check

But hey, Mr Officer, listen Mr Constable

My name is Promoe, I'm illegally responsible

For this multinational corporation called DVSG

Still underground productive, but now tax deductive

Nothing to be fucked with, like homos with AIDS

But here's a three o'clock road block, it's Promoe they raid

Cause they hate my rebel music with a passion

But yo, they can not turn it down, they can not cut my hair like Samson

My record keeps spinning, as long as the world is spinning

In the next inning I'm swinging until I'm winning

Cause cops been sinning since the beginning and now the end is near

Promoe, yo I'm the fuck about it here

[Chorus]