[Chorus x8]

[KRS-One - Hip Hop vs Rap:] "Police be clocking me"



[Verse 1]

I make wax, I pay tax, I don't show cracks

Something to kick back, you callin' on dispatch

The deal you'd did with a dealer you the distel

Took Gladys from his box now he's burried in the system

You see me comin' out of my building

All types of days and nights, wondering if I got a nine to five

Those I always do, so you cry I spy

A flashin' goes smile, you in the corner of my eye

Walkin' I feel the hawk over right the side

It's over from the act, lyricist start to walk live

Shop lift or what, then I start to jog

Hearin' speed accelerated from the J-8's car

The sirens sound violent they expect more not ready

I'm on the stoop my man named Little Eddy we started laughing

He's nextdoor from me, is a house that has traffic like drugs are free

But I'm a new face in a new place of a melon race

Gets black in 'em makes a good fellon case

And that's not so and I get mad cause everywhere I go

Long as I'm dark walkin clarks in my village tho



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[Verse 2]

They clocking, shocking and knocking me

Wantin' a reason for whocking me

But I ain't committin' no crime

Soon as they stoppin me O.C. roll if a dolo went solo

Cop car come screechin in my presence in a second yellin "Freeze!"

I'm scared how can I stop hopped over a fence

Runnin' frantic sendin' O.C. into a panic

I 'fused to be rock me hardly you won't scar me beatin' me down

Yellin' smellin old and coffee sender

Fuckin' hard, but soft to a stick

Some cops are cool and some are just downright dicks

You won't in 68 me in a choke hole, death mockin' me

So for that even my dousin keep clockin me

Check my abdominal check how I'm fashion

Nice sticks if you don't had the same type of fashion

Two blocks behind me two jakes who want blue and white

Pair glocks equals 32 shots I think not



[KRS-One - Hip Hop vs Rap] "Police be clocking me" [x8]



[Verse 3]

What for!? Is it my B-Boy presence mixed with mature

Is it the way Stone and me comb the city in a Benz

Legitimate plus without ends

Paperwork was right, we sat aside a red light

Givin' dirty looks, I guess assumin' we were crooks

Scopin' the car, tags of the par, rims shinin' in ya face

With the tires all along and I dig it

All young is my complection been through gettin' stress

So I know you understand what I manifest

A friend of me, uncool, that squares a black cop Jones

All crooked with fat rides and homes

Watch your own BB with the APP on your side

And corrupt cats corriscatin on the margin

Next time read me my rights check out the snipes

Look behind ya on the wall sucker I rocks mics



[KRS-One - Hip Hop vs Rap] "Police be clocking me" [x8]