The Cop Song
Wys, which one of you three bitches sez my mother's evil, ek se?
I get cryptic, rip it, apocalyptic.
Shit stinks when I kick it mystic
Check out this temporary multidimensional imagery
Being projected on your screen while you keeping it real
Do I break down, hypothetical situations to regroup the conversations that give birth to tangible manifestations
I defy explanations, this life-form was spontaneously created from the sea of information
We're about about to launch
About about to launch
He, ha, Got these cats gawking while I creep
Up on you, coz your talking in your sleep
Like you walking around in your pajama
You better wake up or get ready for some drama
U fast awake
Gaan terug na jou kamer
En bly daar my bra, jy se ek's jammer
What you say?
Yo did I stutter mother fucker?
Its atmananda, Aka Silent Thunder
I speak into the instrument that converts sound waves into electrical waves
So enabling them to be transmitted
and ice foes with nice flows by sticking to the facts,
now you got the Max
Stuck in your head like an axe
Hey you, you don't have to do what they... do... No thanks, angi fumi nyama ["don't want meat" in Zulu, Max is vegetarian]
But that's just me, you can do what you wanna
While I walk this earth eradicating my karma
Got some things to do then I'm onto Nirvana
Always got a smile for you like the Dali Lama
Cos I'm good and clean and fresh tralalala
Little fishy don't wanna mess with da piranha
when i get wicked and kick it like a chihuahua
Passop lightie!
Little dogs wanna bite me
It's the postman delivering the word of the almighty
You can't rock it, your balls haven't dropped yet
Yo when I drop, eyeballs pop out their eye sockets
It's funky, did you just see what I saw?
Bring that lyrical kung fu shit, like ha-saw!
I'll give you my heart and my soul, but that's all
I got the sun in my face, that's why I stand tall
dazzled, fucking up the fiasco
Like donny brasco
With no hassle
Splashing my shit like picasso
It's like I'm on a hot date with my classmate
C'mon baby milk my prostate
Hey, you, you don't have to do what they do
I get cryptic, rip it, apocalyptic.
Shit stinks when I kick it mystic
Check out this temporary multidimensional imagery
Being projected on your screen while you keeping it real
Do I break down, hypothetical situations to regroup the conversations that give birth to tangible manifestations
I defy explanations, this life-form was spontaneously created from the sea of information
We're about about to launch
About about to launch
He, ha, Got these cats gawking while I creep
Up on you, coz your talking in your sleep
Like you walking around in your pajama
You better wake up or get ready for some drama
U fast awake
Gaan terug na jou kamer
En bly daar my bra, jy se ek's jammer
What you say?
Yo did I stutter mother fucker?
Its atmananda, Aka Silent Thunder
I speak into the instrument that converts sound waves into electrical waves
So enabling them to be transmitted
and ice foes with nice flows by sticking to the facts,
now you got the Max
Stuck in your head like an axe
Hey you, you don't have to do what they... do... No thanks, angi fumi nyama ["don't want meat" in Zulu, Max is vegetarian]
But that's just me, you can do what you wanna
While I walk this earth eradicating my karma
Got some things to do then I'm onto Nirvana
Always got a smile for you like the Dali Lama
Cos I'm good and clean and fresh tralalala
Little fishy don't wanna mess with da piranha
when i get wicked and kick it like a chihuahua
Passop lightie!
Little dogs wanna bite me
It's the postman delivering the word of the almighty
You can't rock it, your balls haven't dropped yet
Yo when I drop, eyeballs pop out their eye sockets
It's funky, did you just see what I saw?
Bring that lyrical kung fu shit, like ha-saw!
I'll give you my heart and my soul, but that's all
I got the sun in my face, that's why I stand tall
dazzled, fucking up the fiasco
Like donny brasco
With no hassle
Splashing my shit like picasso
It's like I'm on a hot date with my classmate
C'mon baby milk my prostate
Hey, you, you don't have to do what they do
Credits
Writer(s): Watkin Tudor Jones
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