Black Tape Song 12 (Fuck You)

[Pharoahe Monch]

Basically I'm the worst nightmare you ever had

Figure a trigger happy nigga with a badge

Parading around Los Angeles

High off coke with a banana clip

Feasting off the weak street evangelists

With a manuscript in professional ass-whipping

Task force, brass knuckles, a master in ass-kicking

If you ask for it, I blast for it, you're back flipping

No one saw it, I won't stop, the clock's ticking

Got a rookie for a partner that's ready to fight niggas

The world's a merry-go-round, I stereotype niggas

He's a spit in the face for pitbull or bite niggas

Matter of fact, kinda like this cat for a white nigga

The projects on lock, they trust my logic

Cause the star cops got it from guns to narcotics

My object is to deprogram, blind your optics

You cannot stop this mission, this topic

Cause you could write tickets my nigga or get paid

Learn this game in the streets or get slayed

Collect this cheese at the end of this maze

Or hit the desk and fill out forms for days

Need I remind you, how easy it would be

To take the city by storm, with a whole force behind you

Shottie in the trunk and on my ankle there's a nine too

Cause psychologically the guns you use will define you

Evil streets don't sleep, be careful with whom you mingle

In a city where it pays to be bilingual

Yo soy grifo, no me importa tu culo, si, via a diablo

I'm five-oh, leaving enemies dead on arrival

For a couple of mil', and you're fucking the deal up

Try to play hero cop and you still suck

Put you to bed, one in your head, you won't feel much