can you believe i got stopped and frisked for jaywalking in new york city
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fuck the cops that get high as they smoke fucking evidence
toss their bodies in black bags and hull em over dumpsters
taking all that we love and burning them in clusters
turn you and your moms into their cum dumpsters
uck
yep
i'm disgusted
all the trust
overrusted
plant fake evidence get us all busted
uck
dontcha got shit to do
other than hucking fucking maggots in your boiling pork stew
fuck yo existence
fuck yo privelege
posted helpless as i fuck your bitch
better be no tears i'm cranking up full gear
666 slitting straight to yo wrist
catch me in your grey zone
fist to your dick
was so fucking hard now your ego's gone soft
fuck the cops
they cop a lot
make bodies drop
acid dumped in cauldron pots
the wheel turning cant make it stop
come to my crib
bring a blunt and a bib
we frying out here
got bacon for years
if you saw all my summons woulda brought ya to tears
internal affairs
maitnan ce la guerre
so irrational
struttin round like you the prodigal
all these motherfuckers want is cash and pull you down to the gutter where they aint got no shutters
fuck you in the ass no they aint got no butter
get a fix real quick
then they dip slick shit
my people cant afford to take another hit
Experimental hip-hop from this New York rapper where knotty, introspective rhymes unfurl over expansive ambient production. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2023