All cops are bastards...still. More wordplay centered around police abolition. This is my favorite song on the album. This beat is like G-Funk on LSD.
lyrics
Ben Shapiro with the dry rub
You nuts if you thinking I'm sharing my dub
Rhymes on deck, full of disrespect
Wordplay heavy enough to snap necks
You could never handle these rap gymnastics
Method to the madness, gotta go massive
Take it to the top and let that bitch drop
I'll listen to your argument long enough to trash it
I'm a street mage lookin thru deep space
For the ultimate blade to cut down my opponents
Killing all the henchmen, hunnid rupee bonus
I know they mad, cousin, cuz they could never own us
Look alive cousin, mask on for corona
You could never pay me to go back to Arizona
On my ID, I marked NO for rhyme donor
Cops hide body cams and shoot you on ya sofa
Chorus
Cops hide bodycams and shoot you on ya sofa
Tell these conservatives to learn to live
Stop condemning people to the furnaces
I'm about to burn this bitch straight to the ground
Lyrics are flammable and yet I keep it casual
Until I start stabbing you, break your clavicle
Push you down a flight of stairs and laugh at you
Rappers are dumbfucks, I don't give em my trust
Purely dumb luck that I haven't bit the dust
Flip a truck over the side of a highway
I been kickin raps since before you had a MySpace
Cops wanna kill me cuz they can't determine my race
Rappers wanna kill me cuz they can't keep up with my pace
This the type of shit to make a motherfucker irate
Psychedelic lyricism make your eyes dilate
I'm pretty clever for a primate
Yo girl phone between her legs on vibrate