Last Sniff - Wilma Archer, MF DOOM

Only spotted a rice grain on a chopstick

Zoomed out to notice a shiny badge, officer dropkick

Must’ve been pork fries, spit a chunk of fodder at his partner

As he put the ride in park, I see both eyes staring at the opposite side

Of the block as they spied, a fiend glide by

Hotter than July, what a bullshit disguise

Vest bulging through the sides, aviator hides

It’s just 5 past lunch rush, last time a fast guy took a dive

Step lively, look alive

The city don’t sleep or take naps

And won’t easily concede to jake traps

How quick he make scraps through fake daps

Either the trees, the D, or cracks that break snap

Choose your poison, amusing or annoyin'

Just be sure to avoid the blues in them boys 'n 'em

They’re not toyin', taxpayers help employ 'em

They turn around and treat 'em more worser than the goyim

Soarin' past the krilla to the other wearin' denim Lees

They real dirty, plain clothes enemies

Tend to be pretendin', in it to end a dude’s legacy

With numbers that run concurrent, still’ll be a century

Or end in a heartbeat, them streets, damn

For simply just tryna' eat and feed fam

The drug war turned out to be a complete sham

All the while throughout the system, a beat jam

Not my problem, he’s here to watch the watchers 'til the last shift

And get paid good if who ask «if»

And be ready to blast for the hood, don’t let your mask shift

And put that work in overtime, 'til the last sniff