[Verse 1: Beatboxing male MC, beatbox kicks and snares between the bars, heavy live drums under] Fourteenth Street platform, it's the L at rush hour Got a bucket for the money and a mouth with the power Boom-kah, boom-boom-kah, and the commuters stop and stare Lady in a business suit is noddin' on the stair Then a cop comes down the steps with his thumbs in his belt Says, "Amplified performance, son, you know how it's dealt" "You got a permit for that instrument?" I said, "What instrument?" He said, "Don't get cute," and he wrote what he meant "Confiscatin' your equipment," and he holds out the bag I said, "Take what you want, but you're gonna need a tag" [Hook: beatboxing male MC] Take the bucket, take the speaker, take the mic off the stand Put it all in a bag with a tag in your hand But the beat that you heard, officer, ain't in the case Confiscate it, then, it's right here on my face [Verse 2: beatboxing male MC, tighter, beatbox bass line under the guitar] So he takes the little speaker and the cable and the mic Takes the bucket full of quarters and the lock off my bike Takes the stool I was sittin' on, he takes it with a grin Then he turns around to go, and I start it up again Boom-boom-kah, bass line, little hi-hat, little snare He spins back around, and there ain't nothin' there "I said stop it," "Stop what? You got all of my stuff" Now the whole platform's laughin', and he's had about enough So he writes another ticket, "Unlicensed noise device" And he holds out his hand, and he asks me once, twice "Where's the device?" and I tap on my jaw Say, "Officer, this shit is protected by law" [Hook: beatboxing male MC] Take the bucket, take the speaker, take the mic off the stand Put it all in a bag with a tag in your hand But the beat that you heard, officer, ain't in the case Confiscate it, then, it's right here on my face [Verse 3: beatboxing male MC, the courtroom, then the beatbox lock] Court date downtown, and the judge reads the sheet "Speaker, cable, microphone, a bucket and a seat And an instrument," she says, "that the officer could not retrieve Would the defendant like to show the court?" I say, "Yes, please" [Beatbox Lock: beatboxing male MC, his mouth and the live kit hitting as one heavy beat] Boom-kah, boom-boom-kah, and the stenographer stops Court officer's foot goes, and the clerk's pen drops Judge takes her glasses off and looks down at the cop Says, "Officer, you can't take a man, so this stops" Case dismissed, get the bucket and the stool and the mic Back down on Fourteenth Street by the rush-hour light Fuck a permit for my mouth, I was born with the thing You can bag up what I own, but you can't bag what I sing [Hook: beatboxing male MC] Take the bucket, take the speaker, take the mic off the stand Put it all in a bag with a tag in your hand But the beat that you heard, officer, ain't in the case Confiscate it, then, it's right here on my face [End]
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