00:00 SIDE IN: MESSAGE
02:28 SIDE OUT: BAD COPS II

MESSAGE

What I think bout you is what I think you think bout me
What you think I do, like how much too much I drink coffee
What I think bout myself is what tells the message that I’m sending
Cause the mailman might be FBI and Aliens are renting
The flat next to mine, we’re not having sex tonight,
What kind of message that would send?

If I count my steps that will bring hep, yes now I see
If we both count them each then we’ll reach perfect harmony
Cause in the long run we are all one, guess here’s what I am saying:
No matter what the mailman brings, what aliens are paying
For the flat next to mine, we might just have sex tonight,
It’s just a message that we send.

BAD COPS II

Keep the streets clean
Keep the genes clean
Keep your pilot jacket and your
Bangladesh made jeans clean

Keep your nose clean
Keep your ho’s clean
Keep the flag on your back like a cape
And your face mean

Keep your head sober
It’s not a walk in a park
Keep your heart noble
But you can talk in the dark

Keep your bat clean
Karelian cap clean
Keep your spotless mind clean,
Outside the bald shining like moonbeam

Keep the streets clean
Keep the genes clean
Your white too white, your blue too blue
Cause you’re a bad cop too

Keep your head sober
It’s not a walk in a park
Keep your heart noble
But you can talk in the dark
It’s nearly october, I know it’s cold, I know it’s ruff
Keep your friends closer cause if you think you know yourself
You think you know enough