The Beast (includes Chinese restaurant skit)

Warn the town the beast is loose

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

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

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

"WHERE THE FUCK" do I work

"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

The subconscious psychology that you use against me

If I lose control will send me to the penitentiary

Such as Alcatraz, or shot up like al Hajj Malik Shabazz

High class get bypassed while my ass gets harassed

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!

Warn the town the beast is loose

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 keys

Easy low key crooked military

Pay taxes out my ass but they still harass me

The streets of corruption got me bustin and cussin' in the Concrete Jungle

Thoughts being dribbled like that tall kid Mutumbo

Handled by Hannibal

Suitable to be a fugitive like Dr. Kimble

(Ay yo should I slow down?)

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

Warn the town the beast is loose