Constables

[Hook: Sample from KRS-One - “Hip Hop Vs. Rap”]

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[Verse 1: O.C.]

I’ll make wax, I’ll pay tax, I don’t sell crack

Accept the kickbacks, you’re called up on dispatch

The deal you done did with a dealer, you done dissed him

Took letters from his box, now he’s buried in the system

You see me coming out of my building, all types

Of days and nights, wondering if I got a nine to five

Clothes are always knew, so you cry, I spy

A flashing ghost smile, you’re in the corner of my eye

Walking, I feel the hawk over right beside me

Sober 'fore I act nervous and start to walk lively

Sharp-left from right, then I start to jog

Hearing speed accelerating from the J8’s car

The sirens sound violent, they inspect more

Not ready, I’m on the stoop with my man named Little Eddy

We start laughing, ‘cause next-door from me

Is a house that has traffic like drugs are free

But I’m a new face in a new place of a melan' race

Guess black in ‘em makes a good felon case, and that’s

Not so, and I get mad ‘cause everywhere I go

Long as I’m dark, rocking Clarks in my village, though

Police be clocking me

[Hook: Sample from KRS-One - “Hip Hop Vs. Rap”]

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[Verse 2: O.C.]

They’re clocking, jocking, and knocking me, wanting a reason for whacking me

But I ain’t committing no crime.  Soon as they’re stopping me

O.C. rolling for dolo, a solo cop car comes

Screeching in my presence, in a second, yelling (Freeze!)

I’m scared, I cannot stop, hop over a fence, running

Frantic, sending O.C. into a panic

I ‘fuse to be Rodney hardly, you won’t scar me

Beating me down, yelling, smelling of old and coffee cinder

Fucking hard, but soft to a stick

Some cops are cool and some are just downright dicks

You won’t asphyxiate me in a chokehold, death mocking me

So for that, eat my dust and keep clocking me

Check the speedometer, check how I’m flashing

Nightsticks, and you don’t have the same type of fashion

Two blocks behind me, two jakes, and one blue and white

Pair of Glocks equals 32 shots?

I think not

[Hook: Sample from KRS-One - “Hip Hop Vs. Rap”]

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[Verse 3: O.C.]

What for?!?

Is it my B-Boy presence mixed with mature?

Is it the stone in me, comb the city in a Benz?

Legitimate plus without ends

Paperwork was right, but sat us at a red light

Giving dirty looks, I guess assuming we were crooks

Scoping the car, tags up to par

Rims shining in your face with the tires Armor-Alled, and them

Dig it. all youngins my complexion have been through getting stressed

So I know you understand what I manifest

And Flannery, O’Toole, Vasquez, and black cop Jones

All crooked with fat rides and homes

Watch your own PD, put an APB on your sergeant

Corrupt cash, careers skating on the margin

Next time, read me my rights, check out the snipes

Look behind you on the wall, sucker, I rocks mics, you dumb jakes

[Hook: Sample from KRS-One - “Hip Hop Vs. Rap”]

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