Artist: Apocalipps
Album:  Radio Takeover, Pt. 1
Song:   10 Jail Commandments
Typed By: pneumatic

[Intro: Apocalipps, (Chuck D sample)]
(One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine)
It's the ten jail commandments,
Get that package up, Buy some stamps too,
All my niggas in Austin County, Word up,
All them down state man, (Man fuck the legal age)
All yall bout to come up North, listen.

[Apocalipps]
Cause I been in this jail for years, I ran with some animals,
There's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual,
A step by step booklet for you to get,
Your freedom back and not your date pushed back,
Rule number one, You gotta keep some peeps by your side,
If it's your Mother or your sister, Keep some fam by your side,
Cause blood runs thicker then water, And that's a jewel,
And if you fucked up in the town you better patch it up dude,
Number two, You gotta utilize that time,
Pick up a book and learn somethin, Interact with your mind,
What you gonna teach your seeds when you get to the town,
How to curse and smoke top until your fingers get brown,
Number three, Everybody cool aint your mans,
Separate your comrades from dick-riders and fans,
Number four, I know yall heard this before,
If your fuckin a guy, Then your ass gone die,
Then you see it all the time you think a dude is thorough,
Then you catch em in the yard with a nigga that's named Cheryl,
Number five, Wear your helmet at all times,
Niggas'll beat you in the head for days if you don't mind,
Talkin bout how many spots he stuck, Hoes he fucked,
He locked for beatin women, You prolly in wit a duck,
Number six, That Goddamn tellin, Dead it,
You think I'ma forgive you for snitchin, Shit forget it,
Number seven, This rule is so underrated,
Keep your mail and the next mans completely separated,
Cause if you write my chick I aint tryna listen,
I'm in the staul while you shittin, Ready to push your shit in,
Number eight, Don't wait for your mans to pop off,
Waitin for your mans, You'll fuckin get your head popped off,
Yo if you wait for help in jail you must be retarted,
Yo when the drama comes nigga just finish it where it started,
Number nine, Get a fat girl by your side,
When everybody bounce, Big drawers gone hold shit down,
Cause she fat and ugly and don't nobody want her,
That's why you gotta write them letters, Keep tellin her that you love her,
Number ten, Your whole plan is to get out,
Don't do nothin stupid and get maxed out,
You can act like you gone die for that T.V.,
But you'll be chillin in the S block, Bunkin with Anna Beasy,
No doubt, Study this shit, Goddamnit,
And rest in peace to Big, This is the 10 jail commandments,
If you in Attica, Sing-Sing, or Clinton Annex,
Then you can do time in any spot that's on this planet,
Apocalipps, One love to my peeps in the pen,
And my motto this time, Is to never return again, Word.