Aight man, here’s a book I wrote about cops in New York
(Son, do you know what I’m stoppin' you for?)
 You know, I’m sayin' [bad word] the police, [bad word] the NYPD
 (Son, do you know what he’s stoppin' you for?)
 They never made me feel safer

 [Verse 1]
He had the badge ID covered in black tape (covered)
 Irish dude spends his weekends in blackface (a weirdo!)
 Smacking Immigrants, asking them how the crack taste (Guatamalans!)
 Push his pregnant wife face while she lactate (a bad man!)
 Over-overseein' a rat race
 Goes to Cape Cod when Manhattan feel too fast paced
 Now he hate God, disgraced, odd and out of place
 And he takes it out on us (his experience)

 Luther told me what happened with them BART cops
 Told ‘em, “Yo, I ain’t ever met a smart cop” (they’re idiots)
 I would say no one hurt you like a cool cop
 Know one homie tried to feel one with a school cop
 Heema from Louima cause they couldn’t get a knee wrong (I’m brown!)
That’s word to Eleanor Bumpurs in a Lou Reed song
The title serve, keep from the way of harm
Timothy Stansbury was 19 and unarmed

 [Hook x2]
 Ayo, [bad word] the New York pricks and [bad word]  Who wanna be a cop but a power hungry idiot?

 The worst people!
 New York cops are the worst!

 [Verse 2]
 Oy vey, these guys is New York’s spineless
Strangled and denied it for Anthony Baez
 They was cool, maybe had a pool, prolly
 That was ‘94, he was one of three bodies (unarmed)
Ernest Sayon (unarmed)
And Johnnie Cromartie (unarmed)
Under Giuliani, well, they had them a party (bang bang!)
In '73, there were riots in Queens (Jamaica)
 When they merced Clifford Glover, he wasn’t even a teen (a child!)
 Used to be nine, he had just turned ten (a child!)
 Pig said, “Die, you little [bad word]  and got off clean (yup)
And ain’t a thing that these bars do
 That can make up for the pain of the family of Fermin Arzu
They the ones who always put the fire up on you (on you!)
 And shoot and say they thought you had a gun in the car, dude (there’s no gun, no gun)
Ousmane Zongo '03, Diallo in like '99
 I swear this [bad word] happen like 90 times definitely
 Definitely happens, like, plenty times
 But it’s documented, like, 20 times
 Well, Randolph Evans, well —

 [Hook/Verse 3]
Randolph Evans was 15 in 1976
 And a cop did two years for shooting him
 One time, point blank in the head
And thirty years later exactly, on his wedding day
 Four officers (in Queens) shot 50 bullets
 And Sean Bell was, uh, dead
 Veteran detective Oliver, two magazines, no remorse, geez, man!
 Discard
Basquiat ‘81, Irony of Negro police, man
 Back in the day on the train that was and Grandmaster poster
 Guyanese cop look like me (speedin’!)
 Rolled up, plainclothes tucked, gun in the holster
 Guyanese cops can do that. It bugged me out
 They could look like me, too?
Y2K Grand Wizard Giuliani wasn’t done
Bad boys, bad boys took Patrick Dorismond
 Plainclothes asking him where to cop tree
 Shot him one time and didn’t have to flee
 Well, yo, it was an accident, see
 And once again the boys in blue got off scott free
 (“Well, I’m white, sooo…I own this place?”)
 No rap?
Alberta [bad word] was 57 and didn’t leave her home
 They tossed a concussion grenade into her living room
 And scared her to death

 I never felt safer
 Never, never felt safer
 (“Well, I’m a white cop, so I own this… world?”)
 Heems never felt safe around the police
 (“Uh, yeah, well, I’m white, soooo…”)

And Michael Stewart who do art under the ground
 Got found and laid down by
 Eleven white cops that pound
 -ed him for thirty-two minutes between arrest and delivery (they played with the paperwork!)
 Alive and barely breathing, to dead in ‘83
Radio Raheem (Spike Lee!)
 I don’t [bad word] with cops!
 This Heems! 

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