[CHORUS:]
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Warn the town the beast is loose,
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Word 'em up y'all
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C'mon
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[LAURYN:]
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Conflicts with night sticks
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Illegal sales districts,
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Hand-picked lunatics, keep poli-TRICK-cians rich
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Heretics push narcotics amidst its risks and frisks,
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Cool cliques throw bricks but seldom hit targets
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Private-DIC sell hits, like porno-flicks do chicks.
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The 666 cut W.I.C. like Newt Gingrich SUCKS D***
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[CLEF:]
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Meanwhile the government brings Star Wars from glocks to glockers
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C.O.P. has an APB out on Chewbacca
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Mista Mayor, can I say something in yo honor
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Yesterday in Central Park they got the Jogger
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Okay, okay.
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Let's get the confusion straight in ghetto Gotham
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The man behind the mask you thought was Batman is Bill Clinton.
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Who soon retire, the roof is on fire
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Connie Chung brung the bomb as it comes from Oklahoma
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Things are getting serious, Kuumbaya,
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On a mountain satan offered me, Manhattan help me Jah Jah
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[CLEF:]
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You can't search me without probable cause
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Or that proper ammunition they call reasonable suspicion
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Listen I bring friction to your whole jurisdiction
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You planted seeds in my seat when I wasn't lookin.
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Now you ask me for my license/registration
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"WHAT THE F**K" is my name
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"WHAT THE F**K" is my occupation
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Well I'm an MC, I'm down with the Fugees
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Mother Mary caught a flashback like Rodney now the cops got Lolly.
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[LAURYN:]
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The subconscious psychology that you use against me,
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If I lose control will send me to the penetentiary
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Such as Alcatraz, or shot up like al Hajj Malik Shabazz
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High class get bypassed while my ass gets harrassed.
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And the fuzz treat bruh's like they manhood never was,
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And if you too powerful, you get bugged like Peter Tosh and Marley was.
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And my word does nothing against the feds,
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So my eyes stay red as I chase crazy bald heads, WORD UP.
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[CHORUS:]
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Warn the town the beast is loose, Ah - ah, Ah - ah
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Word 'em up y'all
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[CLEF:]
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The chase is on I feel like the bad guy
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Fifth gear 125 like New Jersey drive
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Looked in my rear view mirror
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Police was getting closer
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Heard a roar in the sky,
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Looked up and saw the Blue Thunder.
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My inner conscious says throw your handkerchief and surrender,
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BUT TO WHO???
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The star spangled banner ooh.
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Say can't you see cops more crooked than we
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By the dawn's early night robbin' niggas for kis.
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Easy low key crooked military
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Pay taxes out my ass but they still harrass me.
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[PRAZ:]
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The streets of corruption got me bustin and cussin' in the concrete jungle
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Thoughts being dribbled like that tall kid Mutumbo
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Handled by Hannibal
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Soon I'm gonna be a fugitive like Dr. Kimble.
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[CLEF:] Hey yo should I slow down?
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[PRAZ:]
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Nah kid go faster,
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Just cause they got a badge, they could still be impostors.
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Probable cause, got flaws like dirty draws
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Meet me at the corner store so we can start the street wars.
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[CHORUS:]
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Warn the town the beast is loose, Ah - ah, Ah - ah,
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Word 'em up y'all
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The Beast
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| Fugees |
