Capital-X - Face the Music lyrics

[Capital-X] 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 a** 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 a** goodbye I don't care if your innocent, with an airtight alibi Swear to tell the truth, but that a** 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 f**ed, without a condom And justice has a miscarriage like a crack head in Harlem [Chorus] 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 [Capital-X] Forget a plea bargain, that's like grabbing the third rail Or like, playing monopoly you go directly to jail No pa**ing Go, or collecting two hundred dollar's Don't take a scholar to figure out you a chihuahua fighting wit Rottweiler's I'm breaking the iron collar, f** 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's 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 [Chorus] [Capital-X] Due process, now here's an interesting topic A real crock of sh** as I like to call it It's the law of the land according to the Magna Carta 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 d**h sentence Either way the Eighth Amendment, proves to be nothing but bullsh** 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 [Chorus]