Charles Hamilton - Decency Police (ODn) lyrics

[Intro] AYOOO… THE TOP ONE [Verse] I'll never die Best eternal MC I'm so depressed, I made Pepsi turn against me This ugly duckly, is s**y, permanently Let me murder this beat. Reject the attorney's fee Gettin' neck from a burnin' freak Let my BLIS-TERS leak, when I LICK HER deep Make the b*tch enslave me KISS HER feet Let her disrespect, ‘till the b*tch turns to sleep Then I return to the streets Quick burn of the green Flip the “third” on each, to the curb full of police Like... Word, pigs Beef ‘Cause word on the streets? Second grade? NYPD took turns in my sheets The real Abner Louima Be indecent Muthaf** the 26th precinct HARLEM Act right, and we don't need the cops Call Ray Kelly “five”, ‘cause he needs to stop STOP IT, FIVE N1ggas want me NOT alive Start beef with REAL thugs, hoping to NOT survive Dropped from Interscope; I spiral when I dot my eyes I'm Iovo, when I cross my t's. Watch the drive A 40-zip run I'm such a prick, I'd lick Gayle's a**, just to get her shorty's income Like, 2 mil, RIGHT NOW THEN cum Charles Gigolo Lookin' for a vic-tim I admit to some. I'm a bit dumb; Pull out a big g**, like, “Where you get them clips from?!” I'm Charlie, give or take an angel or two The most familiar stranger to a few Put the game in a noose SUCH a strange view Sleepin' in the wrong studio, can maim you Came from L.A., lookin' strange to you Gang banged in the booth, by these… B-CRAZY fools… Hey, look, I just came to say the truth But can't say if it's true, without displayin' proof WELL LOOK I DON'T EVER PLAY WIT' CHU If I SAY it's true? I hope and PRAY it's true If so? I'm k**in' people NO GAS Go to jail with glue and DUCT TAPE ON MY ASS My cousin Scooter did it My c*ck is bigger than his, and he's TALLER God got SUPER vision… Unfortunately, I was under my own supervision Eat a uterus to hatin' a** stupid b*tches Floss your balls with barbed wire, you sub-human n1ggas Jimmy, I love you. Just not your roster Minus a few? Fake rastas, and imposters I couldn't fit in, ‘cause I'm a f*ckin' Goth Word Shoulda' got my head checked by the “doctor” Then Curtis bully woulda' thrown me in a locker And Marshall will throw my face into pasta I guess too much Kendra and her knockers I was harder than BEATINGS at every marketing meeting Kept it professional. Always started with a greeting… I coulda' had her heart in an evening EASY But Al Goldstein, said not to be sleazy Her lap was a wack MC, sayin' “Eat me.” And I'm shy, like, “Yo, throw on a beat, Free!” No rapper with oratory sk**s, can beat me To beat me, you cannot have teeth, cheeks, a tongue, or a voice box to speak to me from I am the common cold, when I speak to these drums Add some fever, some ether, some tweezers… And I can make your skull a speaker For SILENCE Like you said my name is loud? I correct you IT'S QUIET Now, QUIT CRYIN' bu*ter knife your head off, like “Quit dyin‘!” … Then you die, and I get tight, like “Quit tryin‘!” I'm ill, like Hill, on a trip to islands ‘Cause I actually know a kid named Zion Oh, you know ‘em too? Quit lyin' Ayo. Pick a Ryan to diss, and diss Ryan I never double-cross Only ten-timin' Hamilton timin' Meaning, you can handle it, IN TIME Come find me I remember Shakia Stewart wanted to sign me Theo, the Hamilton lawyer, right behind me Like, “He's every artist EVER." "TIMES THREE.” I said “Times three-hundred.”, he said, “Don't remind me.” My catalogue, is why I don't have to battle y'all Your b**h is bad? I say she's not bad AT ALL Breath smell like p**y, and full-court basketball I am the reasons why, like “after all” I spit fire, like earth, wind, and Haters wonder why I rap at all… … b*tch n1gga, shut the f*ck up, 'fore I snap back your bra Nice with hands, but my BARS will crack your jaw I smoke good For a buzz? Half a jar Certain n1ggas ain't survive not even HALF a bar Freshest cracker in the league Packer Favre CH is a CHeesehead You will bleed from the head, if you read what I read BIBLE … Leave you a sea full of red You'll look like Jada Fire, all them “seeds” on your head You “s*utty a**, take it in your bu*t and laugh” b*tch ni**a You “ugly a**, muddy a**, swallow n*t for cash, get a cut of what is half, and find out it ain't JACK” b*tch ni**a You “wifin' up, f*ck buddy, a** don't love me, slash, wanna love me for cash” b*tch ni**a Your life is surround by MAD DICK, ni**a Now keep lyin' to the public, fake Magic ni**a… … You put a band on her finger I grab her a** quicker Go through a dry spell, and f*ck the SH*T out a river! Goin' so hard, I can spit out a liver My dick is big. I simply live out the picture I'm harder than gettin' raped by ALL of Harlem In one night. Go to another town, to start a problem Go to Cleveland. DECK LeBron And with my extra arm? Choke the n1gga who s**ed his mom I am the Cleveland indian And the cavalier And sorry, Cam, I'm the most Harlem rapper here WhereEVER I'm gothic enough to wear leather, and so thugged out, my stare can TEAR leather Shoved the hanger in my a**, I see the future; In ‘09, I replayed the scene for computers Two years before then, I wrote the song “Loser” … Consider me the pessimism tutor “F“ the system It failed me … SUPER Gucci can rap? But, fu*k IT I'm CUTER Real men wear pink Then I am GOD My pink essence had b**hes thinkin' I am ODD Now they all DYIN' to ride my rod Not now, b**h, I DON'T HAVE writer's block My dick is like an air conditioner inside your tw*t But fall back for now, because it's ho-… Ah It's kinda ho- YO, STOP TOUCHIN' MY DICK, b**h, I'M TRYIN' TO JOT! To quote Bill Bellinger? I'm tryin' to watch CH is key My flow works engines Put the BILL n1gga's name in your search engine … Rich n1ggas is tight Word Snitchin' I get dressed, and be the Bird and Pippen No “bull”sh** I'm fly on the mic Lisa Marie Presley Ride ‘till I die High as the sky, with that lie in my eyes Don't be lyin' in my eyes, muhf*cka, no lies or surprise, when I ride up on a 9, and BUY B-Y-E Shots to your e-y-e I'm 5'7”, and iller than B.I.G., n1gga! Because I'm M-E-D… … I-U-M N1gga, why you spend; All your time on these b*tches, all your money on your mind, and your mind's on them b*tches, so that honey is a dime, and that dime, plus… Another dime, plus… A nickel? Is a call to a chick that's way FINER Muhf*cka, I don't have to wear designer I got khakis from Zara I will find ya‘ Log into Facebook, and then remind ya‘, what happens when I get behind ya' If you check out the “T“? Literally, if you check out the “tee“? "Yo! MTV Raps", with the checks, no sleeves Matter fact, SHORT sleeves A short temper n***as don't REALLY wanna remember… I could bring it back, like Selektah… A big WRECKA', of everything, except a RECTUM Unless it's a white chick, and she deserves it; Other than that, when it comes to an*ses, I get nervous; So f** ALL you a**holes! N1gga, WIPE I don't even have to get a pen to write The reason why? I been rappin', since the night; Decided to call itself night End of night Now it's daytime Y'all n***as pretend to “like” Muthaf**a, I'm not the one you should pretend to like Because at 10 to 5? That's 450? I could have everybody in YOUR city, come and rock with me Like… This is YOUR pity I feel bad for you ‘Cause your who*e is pretty And I snatched her from you … I guess I considered that who*e… YOUR city … GOVERNOR HAMILTON! … These n1ggas ain't PLAYIN' wit' me…