Last Sniff Songtext
von Wilma Archer

As the clock ticks, he plays the low NY sticks
Pause, deep cover, binocular optics
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 this partner
As he put the ride in park, I see both eyes staring out the oppostie side
On 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, lookin′ live

The city don't sleep or take naps
And won't easily concede to jake traps
How quick he makes 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 an′ 'em
They′re not toyin', taxpayers help employ ′em
They turn around and treat 'em more worse than they goyim

Soarin′ past the krilla to the other wearin' denim Lees
They real dirty, plain clothes enemies
Tend to be pretending, in it to end the dude's legacy
With numbers that run concurrent, still it′d be a century

Or end in a heartbeat, them streets damned
For simply just tryna eat and feed fam
The drug war turned out to be a complete sham
All the while throughout the sytem, a beat jam

Not my problem, he′s here to watch the watchers to the last shift
And get paid, good if who ask if
And be ready to blast through the hood, don't let your mask shift
And put that work in overtime to the last sniff