Released: September 11, 2001

Producer: Pharoahe Monch

[Hook]
Get your hands
Up against the wall and spread them
Opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Understand
I'm not fucking around with you
Try to resist I'll dimiss you
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)

[Verse 1]
Basically I'm the worst nightmare you ever had
Figure a trigger happy nigga with a badge
Parading around Los Angeles
High off coke with a banana clip
Feasting off the weak street evangelists
With a manuscript in professional ass-whipping
Task force, brass knuckles, a master in ass-kicking
If you ask for it, I blast for it, you're back flipping
No one saw it, I won't stop, the clock's ticking
Got a rookie for a partner that's ready to fight niggas
The world's a merry-go-round, I stereotype niggas
He's a spit in the face for pitbull or bite niggas
Matter of fact, kinda like this cat for a white nigga

[Hook]
Get your hands
Up against the wall and spread them
Opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Understand
I'm not fucking around with you
Try to resist I'll dimiss you
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)

[Verse 2]
I got the projects on lock, they trust my logic
Cause the star cops got it from guns to narcotics
My object is to deprogram, blind your optics
You cannot stop this mission, this topic
Cause you could write tickets my nigga or get paid
Learn this game in the streets or get slayed
Collect this cheese at the end of this maze
Or hit the desk and fill out forms for days
Need I remind you, how easy it would be
To take the city by storm, with a whole force behind you
Shottie in the trunk and on my ankle there's a nine too
Cause psychologically the guns you use will define you

[Hook]
Get your hands
Up against the wall and spread them
Opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Understand
I'm not fucking around with you
Try to resist I'll dimiss you
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)

[Verse 3]
These evil streets don't sleep, be careful with whom you mingle
In a city where it pays to be bilingual
Yo soy grifo, no me importa tu culo, si, via a diablo
I'm five-oh, leaving enemies dead on arrival
For a couple of mil', and you're fucking the deal up
Try to play hero cop and you still suck
Put you to bed, one in your head, you won't feel much

[Hook]
Get your hands
Up against the wall and spread them
Opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Understand
I'm not fucking around with you
Try to resist I'll dimiss you
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)

Pharoahe Monch

Troy “Pharoahe Monch” Jamerson is a near-universally loved and respected underground rapper. He released three extremely well-regarded albums with the duo Organized Konfusion in the 1990’s, including the classic The Extinction Agenda

Since the group’s demise, he’s released several fantastic albums' worth of boom-bap beats (occasionally with a gospel touch, as on 2007’s Desire), dense wordplay, political musings, military metaphors, and thoughts on the state of radio and today’s hip-hop ( he doesn’t like it very much)