Artist: Tech N9ne f/ JL, Murs, Ubiquitous Album: Strange Reign Song: Is You the Police? Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Murs] Oh my God! Is that, is that Murs? Well, well, I don't see Tech so Do you think we can talk to him? I just wanna ask him a few questions [Murs] "What is the exact date that you received your Strange necklace? And, what exactly is it that Tech N9ne eats for his breakfast? And, how does he crease his pants? How does he make the people dance? And, what is that sign he throws up every time that he sees his fans? And, who's that guy in the van? Alien on the drums? Is he an illegal immigrant? Where the heck is he from? And who's that white guy that's so nasty on the bass? And what exactly is wrong with Krizz Kaliko's face?" Fuck that! How does my dick taste? Why is you tryna dictate? Why is you askin all these questions? Can't you see that I'm shit-faced? I'm off that Caribou Lou, I ain't tryna do an interview with you I done had like one, two, four or five, a few too many But if any of you bitches wanna talk about fuckin or suckin Or practicin the erotic art of human reproduction Then we got somethin to discuss, if not get the fuck up off of the bus Why is you tryna bust my balls when I'm just tryna bust a nut? Fuck! [Chorus: JL] What's the situation? Why you want that information? Is this an interrogation? (What!) Is you the police? What you tryna do? Feel like it's an interview Who are you reportin to? (What!) Is you the police? Actin like you pacin, what charges am I facin? Am I under investigation? (What!) Is you the police? Why you wanna know? What you questionin me fo'? Oh you must be on patrol~! (What!) Is you the police? [Interlude: JL] (What!) Is you the police? (What!) Is you the police? (What!) Is you the police? (What!) Is you the police? Why you wanna know? What you questionin me fo'? Oh you must be on patrol~! (What!) Is you the police? [Tech N9ne] I ain't got no time for you to be questionin me, messin with me Wonderin if broads steady effin with me, definitely I am high profile, like Griselda's dope file Why you think I'm aggy when you spoke trial? I'm close now I was never fond of no handcuffs Ain't no relationship good when they havin you jammed up Insecurities, her and her crew were accusers Makin life hella blue/blew like a Hoover Havin a perfect parking's the way of the future, the way of the future, ah The way of the future, the way of the future, ah Run away from one, go down to the bar, come back with a two-fer, ah Take 'em up to the room, engage in a three, put 'em both in an Uber, ah Sherlock Hoe, no longer punchin her twat, no She's a for sure cop like in that Roger Murtaugh show Like havin helicopters deployed to bring me mo' heat Now I question you like a D-Boy, is you the police? [Chorus] + [Interlude] [Ubiquitous] Yo, what goes around it comes around, the truth is always told and found It's goin down, upped my buzz so now they wanna know about what I did, where I think I'm goin, who I know around the way, but of motor mouth, composure but I'm rollin loud Cause what I do and what I say is my prerogative Major pain when every phrase you face is interrogative Many bear witness, may their names remain anonymous A lot of times the truth and lie will sound the same like homonyms Polly want a cracker, now I'm talkin on that polygraph Actin like I'm movin weight, dropped a couple bodybags Analyzin body language, read him no Miranda Rights with no attorney present, or evidence, so they can't indict Lip is tight, 'less you hit the Superman with kryptonite Soon as homie ousted all he wanna do is get inside Which is why, keep your circle tight, bitches switchin sides Long as we got trust within us then it's never shit to hide [Chorus]