| I got a classic, Magnetic mix tape fantastic, |
| Turntable, Gymnastic, Circular, Thin Plastic |
| Spectacular action, The science of friction |
| Atraction, sink in the kitchen, Addiction |
| Ridiculous, attention to detail, meticulous |
| The nucleous, the 2 of us, the nicest and the spookiest |
| Price isn’t lucrative, who could have guessed it |
| Destined, to polish and demolish the next next contestant |
| Consistent, constant, never non-stoppin it |
| Kissin a model, takin a piss in a bottle |
| Never missin a battle, permission is granted |
| Just listen, listen to this, listen to this |
| Loosen yourself up, toes in one, learn you lesson |
| Swallow this to burn your stress, and earn your blessin |
| Make the sign of the cross, fade in the first place |
| Stereo system, the scenerio is worst case |
| Back to the birthplace, this is how it’s meant to be |
| The signal was sent to me, as a seperate entity |
| Identity Cri-sis, born as a Pie-ces |
| Out on the high seas, Vaugley precisely, |
| Ugly but loveable, partially invisable |
| The spitual and physical, the lyrical and mystical |
| Difficult, isn’t it? The point, irrelevant |
| Clumsy and elegant, the mouse and the elephant |
| Chorus: Cop shades, falcon versus eagle |
| Cop shades, weapons and sex toys |
| Cop shades, falcon versus eagle |
| Cop shades, weapons and sex toys |
| Roll with the hunted, the pundits, the self funded bozo’s |
| In this corner is the 1200 hobo’s |
| Make no bones about it till the ozone drops |
| It’s po' mo' stops and robocops |
| Oh, so pretty she’s, Oh so pretty |
| Tougher than tough, the beat suffers from obesity |
| At least have the deceny, to keep your distance peacefully |
| I ain’t heard nothing that interests me recently |
| It’s been a long time baby, maybe I’m wrong |
| Rappers lift weights but still can’t ryme strong |
| The line’s drawn but I don’t know who drew it, |
| you don’t like it I would like to see you do it |
| Give it a go, Under the lights, |
| No lookin back, held to the boss, |
| Fill in the blanks, never look down, |
| No second chance, nailed to the cross, |
| Difficult isn’t it? The point, it’s obvious |
| Probably the difference between professionals and hobbyists |
| Chorus: Cop shades, falcon versus eagle |
| Cop shades, weapons and sex toys |
| Cop shades, falcon versus eagle |
| Cop shades, weapons and sex toys |
| Kill kill pussycat, faster and more often |
| Lay down in your coffin, get harder or soften |
| Sensation more often, I’m lost in Penn Station |
| I can resist anything except temptation |
| Trust me, it figures, my fingers are dusty |
| Friggin with some snakes, diggin for drum brakes |
| It take one to know one, I am rubber you are glue |
| Number 2, remember me, I’m workin under cover |
| For the love of the thunder, I wonder where I should wander |
| Slytherin', slaughterin', hitherin' yonder |
| Water and wind, earth and fire independant, |
| Why bother? Is it worth defending the first ammendment? |
| Sign of the times, choose a blind man to guide the blind, |
| We all try to find a good excuse to hide behind |
| Difficult isn’t it? The point? there is none |
| Forget what you know, cause that’s true wisdom |
| Chorus: Cop shades, falcon versus eagle |
| Cop shades, weapons and sex toys |
| Cop shades, falcon versus eagle |
| Cop shades, waepons and sex toys |