The Cop Song Lyrics
There is a second version of this song recorded by Mr. Jones under the name ‘The Man who never came back" The track is entitled Crypticism.Wys, which one of you three bitches sez my mother's evil, ek se?
I get cryptic, rip it, apocalyptic
Shit sticks when I kick it mystic
Check out this temporary multidimensional imagery
Being projected on your screen while you keeping it real
Do I break down
Hypothetical situations
During rhythmic conversations
That give birth to tangible manifestations
I defy explanations
This lifeform is spontaneously created from a sea of information
(We're about about to launch)
(About about to launch)
He, ha, Got these cats gawking while I creep
Up on you, coz your talking in your sleep
Like you walking around in your pajama
You better wake up or get ready for some drama
Yo, vat jou uit
Gaan terug na jou kamer
En bly daar my bra, totdat jy se ek's jammer
Yo, what you say?
Yo, did I stutter mother fucker?
Its atmananda, Aka Silent Thunder
I speak into the instrument that converts sound waves into electrical waves
So enabling them to be transmitted
And ice foes with nice flows by sticking to the facts
Then you got Max
Stuck in your head like a axe
Hey you, you don't have to do what they do
Hey you, you don't have to do what they do
No thanks, angi fumi nyama
But that's just me, you can do what you wanna
While I walk this earth eradicating my karma
Got some things to do then I'm onto Nirvana
Always got a smile for you like the Dalai Lama
Cos I'm good and clean and fresh tralalala
Little fishy don't wanna mess with da piranha
When i get wicked and kick it like a chihuahua
Yo yo, Passop lightie!
Little dogs wanna bite me
It's the postman delivering the word of the almighty
You can't rock it, your balls haven't dropped yet
Yo when I drop, eyeballs pop out their eye sockets
Fuck it, did you just see what I saw?
Bring that lyrical kung fu shit, like ha-saw!
I'll give you my heart and my soul, but that's all
I got the sun in my face, that's why I stand tall
Dazzled, fucking up the fiasco
Like Donnie Brasco
With no hassle
Splashing my shit like Picasso
It's like I'm on a hot date with my classmate
C'mon baby milk my prostate, sike
Hey, you, you don't have to do what they do
Hey, you, you don't have to do what they do