Warn the town the beast is loose,
 Word 'em up y'all
 C'mon

 [LAURYN]
 Conflicts with night sticks
 Illegal sales districts,
 Hand-picked lunatics, keep poli-TRICK-cians rich
 Heretics push narcotics amidst its risks and frisks,
 Cool cliques throw bricks but seldom hit targets
 Private-DIC sell hits, like porno-flicks do chicks.
 The 666 cut W.I.C. like Newt Gingrich SUCKS DICK

 [CLEF]
 Meanwhile the government brings Star Wars from glocks to glockers
 C.O.P. has an APB out on Chewbacca
 Mista Mayor, can I say something in yo honor
 Yesterday in Central Park they got the Jogger
 Okay, okay.
 Let's get the confusion straight in ghetto Gotham
 The man behind the mask you thought was Batman is Bill Clinton.
 Who soon retire, the roof is on fire
 Connie Chung brung the bomb as it comes from Oklahoma
 Things are getting serious, Kuumbaya,
 On a mountain satan offered me, Manhattan help me Jah Jah

 [CLEF]
 You can't search me without probable cause
 Or that proper ammunition they call reasonable suspicion
 Listen I bring friction to your whole jurisdiction
 You planted seeds in my seat when I wasn't lookin.
 Now you ask me for my license/registration
 "WHAT THE FUCK" is my name
 "WHAT THE FUCK" is my occupation
 Well I'm an MC, I'm down with the Fugees
 Mother Mary caught a flashback like Rodney now the cops got Lolly.

 [LAURYN]
 The subconscious psychology that you use against me,
 If I lose control will send me to the penetentiary
 Such as Alcatraz, or shot up like al Hajj Malik Shabazz
 High class get bypassed while my ass gets harrassed.
 And the fuzz treat bruh's like they manhood never was,
 And if you too powerful, you get bugged like Peter Tosh and Marley was.
 And my word does nothing against the feds,
 So my eyes stay red as I chase crazy bald heads, WORD UP.

 [CHORUS]
 Warn the town the beast is loose, Ah - ah, Ah - ah
 Word 'em up y'all

 [CLEF]
 The chase is on I feel like the bad guy
 Fifth gear 125 like New Jersey drive
 Looked in my rear view mirror
 Police was getting closer
 Heard a roar in the sky,
 Looked up and saw the Blue Thunder.
 My inner conscious says throw your handkerchief and surrender,
 BUT TO WHO???
 The star spangled banner ooh.
 Say can't you see cops more crooked than we
 By the dawn's early night robbin' niggas for kis.
 Easy low key crooked military
 Pay taxes out my ass but they still harrass me.

 [PRAZ]
 The streets of corruption got me bustin and cussin' in the concrete
 jungle
 Thoughts being dribbled like that tall kid Mutumbo
 Handled by Hannibal
 Soon I'm gonna be a fugitive like Dr. Kimble.

 [CLEF]
 Hey yo should I slow down?

 [PRAZ]
 Nah kid go faster,
 Just cause they got a badge, they could still be impostors.
 Probable cause, got flaws like dirty draws
 Meet me at the corner store so we can start the street wars.

 [CHORUS]
 Warn the town the beast is loose, Ah - ah, Ah - ah,
 Word 'em up y'all