( *DJ Daryl cuts up* )
(Punk police)
(they can't get none)

[ D-Loc ]
D-Loc's the name, I got a thang against police
Nigga, I'm straight from the streets
Fuck a punk in a blue suit
Wanna get em up, let's go, but I just might blast you
In this game the rules is you lose
Duck to the side but you still get choosed
If I miss, shit, you ain't save
My homeboy Rich kicks up the backfire

[ Richie Rich ]
So on the first note I'm steppin off like this
A brother only gets through life if he's serious
Givin ain't shit, but see, takin is a method
Even if you use a weapon
You see, the law ain't straight, so why follow it
I'd rather have you give me some poison and say 'swallow it'
But now fuck that, I'm much sharper
I eat and shit too, but I'm much darke
Impossible Outcomes lyrics

In the sky is the moon 
This large yellow circle finds her in the mood. 
In her eyes I can see it all. 
A short plaid skirt, a white short sleeve shirt. 
My dreams aren't premonitions, 
because I'm dreaming of impossible outcomes. 
I've tried to understand but I just don't understand 
empty signposts seen through large windows. 
Late one fall afternoon aft
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So on the strenght of my color I get pushed and harassed
Taken to jail with no questions asked
It's sort of like apartheid, there's no peace
We're holdin court in the streets

( *DJ Daryl cuts up* )
(Punk police)
(Better luck out suckers)

[ Richie Rich ]
As a positive gangster with the motive to move on the Town
Uzis greased, ski masks pulled down
And when it's time to move I roll a bucket
So if I kill up shit, fuck it
I'm up outta there, it's time to hit me a fence
Ditch my gat and get a room at the SixPence
Shower and change to get up out of the black
And then I'm back
I'm in the streets again, I read a paper
That says: At large
A killer with a helluva charge
His name was Richie Rich
His motive - to start shit
You got a gat and badge, I'm not duckin
Fuck the Klans, th
Candle Of Fire lyrics

Not in magnificient temples
Shining of gods
Beat up the ghost
Carrier of wealth
Not in lightnes arch
The beautiful altars
Not in smoke of soul
Candle of fire.

No that who ones there
in poor cribs
For his son make the cosiness
That and for ghost want the intermost
Hartly cribs norrowness in asylam.

Where ghost consoler arise the temple
For his son shall re
 Kluin and the Kluckin
You see, I know that shit, I'm not a dummy
And when they get me down to the station and try to run me
I cold got a alias that will never ever fail
You say that it does, then I will quickly post bail
Then back to the streets to get my money on and pop
Throw away the tickets and say 'fuck the cops'
Am I goin to court? Hell nah, you serious?
Man, I'm gettin furious
Cause the way things look we'll never have peace
I'm holdin court in the street

( *DJ Daryl cuts up* )
(Punk police)

[ D-Loc ]
It ain't easy in this time and age
See, those are rough days, locked away in a muthafuckin cage
Never will they catch a young brother like me again
I'm gonna run until eternity ends
Fuck that, I'm not havin it
It don't make sense cause it's just dumb bullshit
Be in 
Bowling Barmy lyrics

Bowling Barmy, oo oo
She's got bowling blues
Bowling socks, bowling shoes
Bowling night & day Hey

She waits miserably
Down the bowling alley
He's a bowling junky
Bowls his life away

Always, always, he's off with the bowling team
Always, always, bowling to the extreme

[Chorus:]
Bowling, bowling, bowling Barmy
They yell 
court on a certain date and certain time?
A nigga like me hits the borderline
I ain't goin out like a sucker
I strive too hard for mines, muthafucka
Think you can take what I built and break it down?
Suprisize, you got a bullet in your crizzown
Cause I ain't the one to be played
Gettin paid is my prerogative
You think not? Well, then think again
Think about the shit that I talk
Because I don't take shorts I just dust a muthafucka off
Come up or run up on me
But when you step to the Locster, don't come weak
Be prepared for do or die, you lose your life
Cause when you're fuckin with Loc, it ain't nothin nice
So to the punk police I'm sayin this:
Drop the gat and let's get with it
I ain't trippin, we can't have peace
You wanna talk to me, let's hold court in the streets