[Chorus](8X)
  "Police be clocking me" -> KRS-One - Hip Hop vs Rap
  
  [Verse 1]
  I make wax, I pay tax, I don't show cracks
  Something to kick back, you callin' on dispatch
  The deal you'd did with a dealer you the distel
  Took Gladys from his box now he's burried in the system
  You see me comin' out of my building
  All types of days and nights, wondering if I got a nine to five
  Those I always do, so you cry I spy
  A flashin' goes smile, you in the corner of my eye
  Walkin' I feel the hawk over right the side
  It's over from the act, lyricist start to walk live
  Shop lift or what, then I start to jog
  Hearin' speed accelerated from the J-8's car
  The sirens sound violent they expect more not ready
  I'm on the stoop my man named Little Eddy we started laughing
  He's nextdoor from me, is a house that has traffic like drugs are free
  But I'm a new face in a new place of a melon race
  Gets black in 'em makes a good fellon case
  And that's not so and I get mad cause everywhere I go
  Long as I'm dark walkin clarks in my village tho
  
  "Police be clocking me" -> KRS-One - Hip Hop vs Rap (8X)
  
  [Verse 2]
  They clocking, shocking and knocking me
  Wantin' a reason for whocking me
  But I ain't committin' no crime
  Soon as they stoppin me O.C. roll if a dolo went solo
  Cop car come screechin in my presence in a second yellin "Freeze!"
  I'm scared how can I stop hopped over a fence
  Runnin' frantic sendin' O.C. into a panic
  I 'fused to be rock me hardly you won't scar me beatin' me down
  Yellin' smellin old and coffee sender
  Fuckin' hard, but soft to a stick
  Some cops are cool and some are just downright dicks
  You won't in 68 me in a choke hole, death mockin' me
  So for that even my dousin keep clockin me
  Check my abdominal check how I'm fashion
  Nice sticks if you don't had the same type of fashion
  Two blocks behind me two jakes who want blue and white
  Pair glocks equals 32 shots I think not
  
  "Police be clocking me" -> KRS-One - Hip Hop vs Rap (8X)
  
  [Verse 3]
  What for!? Is it my B-Boy presence mixed with mature
  Is it the way Stone and me comb the city in a Benz
  Legitimate plus without ends
  Paperwork was right, we sat aside a red light
  Givin' dirty looks, I guess assumin' we were crooks
  Scopin' the car, tags of the par, rims shinin' in ya face
  With the tires all along and I dig it
  All young is my complection been through gettin' stress
  So I know you understand what I manifest
  A friend of me, uncool, that squares a black cop Jones
  All crooked with fat rides and homes
  Watch your own BB with the APP on your side
  And corrupt cats corriscatin on the margin
  Next time read me my rights check out the snipes
  Look behind ya on the wall sucker I rocks mics
  
  "Police be clocking me" -> KRS-One - Hip Hop vs Rap (8X)