New York City Cops Heems

Aight man, here’s a book I wrote about cops in New York
(Son, do you know what I’m stoppin' you for?)
You know, I’m sayin' fuck the police, fuck the NYPD
(Son, do you know what he’s stoppin' you for?)
They never made me feel safer

[Verse 1]
He had the badge ID covered in black tape (covered)
Irish dude spends his weekends in blackface (a weirdo!)
Smacking Immigrants, asking them how the crack taste (Guatamalans!)
Mushed his pregnant wife face while she lactate (a bad man!)
Over-overseeing the rat race
Goes to Cape Cod when Manhattan feels too fast paced
Now he hate God, disgraced, odd and out of place
And he takes it out on us (his experience)
Victor told me what happened with them BART cops
Told ‘em, “Yo, I ain’t ever met a smart cop” (they’re idiots)
Alec said no one heard of you like a cool cop
In '01 almost shot the fair one with a school cop
Heema for Louima cause they could have did'd me wrong (I’m brown!)
That’s word to Eleanor Bumpurs in a Lou Reed song
Protect and serve, keep from the way of harm
Timothy Stansbury was 19 and unarmed

[Hook x2]
Ayo, fuck the New York pricks and dicks
Who wanna be a cop but a power hungry idiot?