"Whoop whoop whoop" - KRS-One 'Sound Of Da Police"

[Verse 1: Torae]
Yo, this be unorthodox
Dunn awesome ock
N***as ain't on they job
Dumb off the clock
I'm all on my watch
Y'all all have to watch
How I made n***as run into a halt and stop
Hot
Scorchin' mic devices
Nice since, Morgan Freeman got his driver's license
N***as bars aight, but really that hype shit
Is Torae, Phonte, Big Pooh and Khrysis
Whoop whoop is the sound of the po po
But the sound of my vocals, sound like a choke hold
All over these so called
N***as that's so dope
N***a you about as hot as a snow cone
(You so gone)
Your monic is monic go way about your head like yamakas
I'm fire everyday like it's Chanukah
Thermometer monitor
Meteoric measurer barometer
Rhymin' n***as don't wanna follow, huh
The Donald Goines of flowin'
Cause when I pen it, I go when I'm heartless/Hart less
Like the brothers of Owen
I already got it done I'm just keepin' it goin'
This is grown folk talk
Youngin' speak when you spoken
Hopin' the hopeless note these bars that I wrote
If you devote your focus you could come as dope as this
This track's atrocious
The verses too
Cause we got Khrysis on the board like he's surfin' dude
[Interlude: Phonte]
Yeah, it's Little Brother. My n***a Khrysis on the beat. My n***a Tor
Let's show these n***as what MCin' sounds like man

[Verse 2: Phonte]
Ayo, get on the mic spit a couple of verses
Make n***as give it up like "What the fuck is my purpose?
Cause he's such an elaborate wordsmith."
Phon-teezy
Spit greezy like a bucket of churches
Three piece
These streets wanna see what I'm workin' with
So you Ringling n***as can stop that Circus shit
Y'all got hip hop soundin' like kids-bop
So I'm gonna murk these tracks like Berkowitz
The Son Of Samuel, watch me surface with
A new rhyme that make y'all wack n***as call time out
Let's talk real shit
If you can't feel this
You sniffin' that Lohan or smokin' that Winehouse
I'm on the grind now
Just tryin' to find out
If y'all n***as really gonna waste your time
Takin' shots at Phonte, wastin' all your rhymes
Wanna step to the kid, you done lost your mind
I'll do your school of thought like Columbine
Can't stay there in Virginia Tech all combined
I'm a Reservoir Dog like Harvey Kei....
Tell the truth when most n***as will hardly drop
When I roll through the 'Boro they say, "Phonte home."
When I spit that hard shit they say, "Phonte wrong."
Sang a hook, they be like, "Uww, that's Phonte's song."
24 bars, it's over n***a, Phonte gone
Like uh uh on
[Verse 3: Big Pooh]
Hear ye hear ye, come one come all
N***as pray and pray on my downfall
I can get knocked down, be back tomorrow
Pooh still looks fresh, no scrapes or scars
Get on my Suge Knight, puff on a cigar
Or my Tracy Chapman, this is my guitar
And my best so far, continues to be light years and your sub par
Like if we both box, with me you couldn't spar
Be who you are, that's lame my nig
I'mma be who I am, won't change for shit
Greatest in my hands with a hell of a grip
Don't quit your day job, that's a hell of a tip
Kind of funny finding you on mine, don't trip
I write rhymes daily
Records come yearly
Got to make sure all my people gon' hear me
Told y'all sincerely, I won't quit
Triumph in my words, every line I spit
Jim Crow wack n***as, to the back you sit
It's Rapper Big Pooh, small minds don't fit
Tell 'em H.O.J. is the crew I'm with
Bull City down here, better come meet quick
Even on black ice, won't see me slip
Put the pressure on n***as, make 'em all submit
What what what