Home Recording. 2011. Some of the words are hard to understand in this so I posted the lyrics here:
Officer Chip:
They are there to serve and protect to collect the correct amount/
hold you to account if they haven't met their daily count/
Manipulate n' stipulate with every single word you make/they love it when you make a mistake!
Now..."Officer Chip" is on a power trip equipped to rip-up his friends ticket slip if he sees fit/
he da' boss all across his line of jurisdiction this is my depiction of a walking contradiction/
cause' it takes a certain kind of slime to fight crime/a cynical like mind behind "Officer Chip"
That fucking dick... with his head held high and a gun strapped to his thigh/
He loves the pow'a/devours all the perks of his work while doing the cool jerk, enforcing, A poster boy for endorsing/
the law looking for citizen flaws/the income for our city/a justifiable pity/Remember Chip's got a gun happy to use it if you run! HE'S PLAYING...
Good cop/Bad cop/Corrupt cop/He's all cops..
It takes certain kind of man!
The turd will bend your words altering what just occurred, so he can slap them cuffs on yo' hands/
Now, his job relies on others demise/so recite them ABC's (and breath)
Into this gauge next you know your in a cage/Charged right down to the toiletries/It's a business!
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