Charles Hamilton - Decency Police (ODn) lyrics

AYOOO… tHE TOP ONE

I’ll never die best eternal MC
I’m so depressed
I made Pepsi turn against me
This ugly duckly, is sexy, 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 btch enslave me kISS HER feet
Let her disrespect
‘till the btch 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
Muthafuck 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 ass
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 LA, 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 killin’ people nO GAS
Go to jail with glue and DUCT TAPE ON MY ASS
My cousin Scooter did it
My cck is bigger than his, and he’s TALLER
God got SUPER vision
Unfortunately, I was under my own supervision
Eat a uterus to hatin’ ass stupid btches
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 fckin’ 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 skills, 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’ butter 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 bitch is bad? I say she’s not bad AT ALL
Breath smell like pussy
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…
BITCH n1gga, shut the fck 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 "slutty ass
Take it in your butt and laugh" BITCH NIGGA
You "ugly ass, muddy ass
Swallow nt for cash
Get a cut of what is half
And find out it ain’t JACK" BITCH NIGGA
You "wifin’ up, fck buddy, ass
Don’t love me, slash
Wanna love me for cash" BITCH NIGGA
Your life is surround by MAD DICK, NIGGA
Now keep lyin’ to the public
Fake Magic NIGGA…
You put a band on her finger
I grab her ass quicker
Go through a dry spell
And fck the SHT 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 sexed 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 ass, 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, FUCK IT i’m CUTER
Real men wear pink then I am GOD
My pink essence had bitches thinkin’ I am ODD
Now they all DYIN’ to ride my rod
Not now, bitch, I DON’T HAVE writer’s block
My dick is like an air
Conditioner inside your twt
But fall back for now, because it’s ho-… Ah
It’s kinda ho- YO, STOP
TOUCHIN’ MY DICK, bitch, 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"shit 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, muhfcka
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 BIG, n1gga!
Because I’m M-E-D… … IU-M
N1gga, why you spend
All your time on these btches, all
Your money on your mind, and your
Mind’s on them btches, 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
Muhfcka, 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
Niggas 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 anuses
I get nervous so fuck ALL you assholes!
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 it'self night end of night
Now it’s daytime
Y’all niggas pretend to "like"
Muthafucka, 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 whore is pretty
And I snatched her from you
I guess I considered that whore… YOUR city
Governor hamilton!
… These n1ggas ain’t PLAYIN’ wit’ me