Crooked Cops

Crooked Cops see me and think I'm a threat to em
He tried to ice grill me but I just kept moving
I heard him tell his partner,that if he flex shoot em
So I turned around and started to step to him
He said put hands up
Then broke out the hand cuffs
I looked at him like man what?
He pointed with the strap up, like
Put ya hands up

I never got shook up with talk of illuminati
I guess ya level fear depends on who ya god be
Dems or republicans I dont care whose the ruling body
I say push em all off the cliff see how I move the party
I move like Belafonte I'm like a yella Garvey
I rep the steel city I practice metallurgy
Anonymous Guy Fawkes mask you never saw me
Racial ambiguous bigots confused bout what to call me
Trouble maker police see me and tense up
I pump watch em jump like ahhhhh I made you flinch punk
Now he wanna pull out his gun man put ya fists up
My hand will probably get stuck punching you in ya big gut
Oh you only swing ya nightstick when you got back up
10 deep beating a nigga until he's mashed up
Scared of ya shadow thats why you holding ya gat up
No weapon formed against me
Detectives ain't gone lynch me

I got a letter from the government I opened and read it
It said America was broke and she was hoping for credit
No joking it said it so hopeless pathetic
Wanting me to make it rain I took the notice to shred it
Me I focus the message so it's explosive aggressive
Leave MCs in jeopardy see I'm the dopest no question
All those list like who's the hottest they like bogus elections
Cause you and I know damn well that's payola's selection
X the most militant over dosed on authenticness
If you recite my rhymes you only quoting the realest shit
Vanglorious this is protected
By the red the black the green and God who's forever present
Hood soldiers with weapons 5 percenters with lessons
FOI from both coasts so nobody will test em
See true religion's how I'm liven so I'm give em more truth
These other rappers only wear it at they video shoots
Trouble maker police see me and tense up
I pump watch em jump like ahhhhh I made you flinch punk
Now he wanna pull out his gun man put ya fists up
My hand will probably get stuck punching you in ya big gut
Oh you only swing ya nightstick when you got back up
10 deep beating a nigga until he's mashed up
Scared of ya shadow thats why you holding ya gat up
No weapon formed against me
Detectives ain't gone lynch me