Wrongplace (Casual Remix)

[Intro]
Yeah, this is D-E-L, I'm about to swell
With Hieroglyphics, we about to get specific
On being in the wrong place at the wrong time
But check it out

[Verse 1]
I writes rhymes for rehearsal
But first, chill, I got a little story to tell
About how I almost caught a... bad one
Add one to the list of two-thousand-and-one stupid things to do
I had crew when they stepped at a party
Hardly even known, yeah, I own a Smith & Wesson but it's restin' at home
In a shoe box, I see crews jock
So they try to step and take the props I got
No, wait a second, check inside my coat for the shank
They must be imaginin' that I'm (money in the bank)
They'll get shanked
How do you figure?
I got bigger brothers waiting in the bushes to mush kids
I talk when I wanna talk, never silent
I get violent and erupt when I clown ya and pound ya
I'd never run from you
Even if you packin', you actin', pull your .22
But that's suicide, either you must die or I must so why bust me
'Cause I'm guilty of being in the wrong place at the wrong time
Poppin' hella junk and now he's aimin' at my spine
And I'm, now in a hurry, a pow and a flurry
Comes speedin' by, I needn't die
I gotta make tracks and take back my words
I eat 'em 'cause everybody knows I didn't beat 'em...

[Interlude]
Ah, that fool's runnin'
What's up, Poet? Why he runnin'?
I don't know, they some suckas, man

[Chorus]
Ow, 'cause you're being in the wrong place at the wrong time
Being in the wrong place at the wrong time
Everything happens for a reason
Commit the treason and it'll be a season soon

[Verse 2]
When I'm out on the town, I don't frown at people
'Cause they tend to get offended and then the heat will
Be on me fast, I got class, never out of line
'Cause I'm standing here without a nine
Pistols I wish will not blast me
And task be, circlin' corners lookin' for Warners
You know, the Brothers, me and you
We didn't do nothin' but they gotta sweat my crew
'Cause we rollin'
This is my car, it isn't stolen
I hope you catch a cap in your colon
As a treat, when you're walkin' the beat
I bet ya gotta sheet in your closet for the Ku Klux
But who busts first?
There is two laws you know:
Laws in the city and laws of the ghetto
I go to clubs with a smile on my face
Just in case brothas wanna wild in the place
Because of jealousy, well, it's me, and only me
I couldn't front on my peoples 'cause I don't believe in phony
Since I'm right here, I got to make it quite clear
Since you all know now that's why we're
Never in the wrong place at the wrong time

[Chorus]
Never in the wrong place at the wrong time
Everything happens for a reason
Commit the treason and it'll be a season soon
Being in the wrong place at the wrong time
Being in the wrong place at the wrong time
Everything happens for a reason
Commit the treason and it'll be a season soon

[Verse 3]
Damn, I hate cops
Somebody need to bust they chops
'Cause they get props for all the brothas they pop
Peep, I smoke weed, get weeded
'Cause I need it to calm my nerves before a pig get served
I get busted for less than a gram of hash
And now they wanna cram me ass in the slammer fast
You punk po-po
I know bringin' in hash from Amsterdam was a no-no
I didn't know they would catch me, fetch me with a dog
Stretch me out at Customs, gotta bust 'em
I can't call it
They found it in my wallet
I'm being processed, I can't stall it
I wish they would leave me alone
Dog lookin' at me like 'feed me a bone'
He might bite me, very likely
They strike me with a fine or time
And of course I choose the fine
And mine was five-hundred bones
For a gram of hash in a stash, my mind was blown
Come back to Michigan, caught up in a mix again
Federal offense and I better go and convince the judge
You know what I'm sayin'?
And you know the judge don't care at all

[Chorus]
Because I'm being in the wrong place at the wrong time
Being in the wrong place at the wrong time
Everything happens for a reason
Commit the treason and it'll be a season soon
Being in the wrong place at the wrong time
Being in the wrong place at the wrong time
Everything happens for a reason
Commit the treason and it'll be a season soon

[Outro]
Yeah, peace to Hieroglyphics, you know what I'm sayin'?
Gotta give my shouts to Casual
My props to Snupe, you know what I'm sayin'?
Gotta give props to Organized Konfusion, CM Brew
Constipated Monkeys, you know what I'm sayin', Kurious Jorge
We outta here
All these other weak mother... bored, yo
Yeah, yeah, keep it goin', keep it goin', keep it goin'
Hieroglyphics, Hieroglyphics, keep it goin'
Hieroglyphics, Hieroglyphics, keep it goin'
'93, '94, '95, '96