Usual Suspect

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[Verse 1: Big-beat male MC, cocky menacing big-beat flow over the breakbeat]
Twelve years old, a fastball through the bakery's front glass
Mrs. Duda chased me seven blocks and never let it pass
Ever since, the street decided any time a pane gets cracked
There's a knock at Mama's door and a cop who wants me back
Hardware store, the dry cleaner, the deli and the bar
Every one of 'em got broken and they pinned it from afar
I got a name like a brick and a reputation like a rock
Every time a window shatters, Officer Kowalczyk knocks
Big beat in the alley and the breakbeat in my chest
I don't argue with the knockin', I just let 'em guess

[Verse 2: Big-beat male MC, colder, bars on the big-beat snare]
Twenty years of knock-knock, twenty years of where were you
Twenty years I never said it, let 'em think that it was true
'Cause I'm out at three a.m. with a ladder and some putty
Measurin' the frames by flashlight with a cutter, nothin' fancy
The deli got a brand-new pane, the owner thought insurance paid
The chapel got its colored glass, the pastor thought he prayed
Every crack that someone else threw, I been sealin' up by dawn
And the street still blames the breakin', never asks who put it on

[Break: Big-beat male MC, cuff ratchet, the breakbeat stops for one ratchet of handcuffs, then the big beat crashes back]
Three a.m., the flashlight finds me on the ladder at the bar
Kowalczyk got the cuffs out, now we finally know who you are
Then he looks up at the glass, and the putty's still wet
And he holds the ladder steady, says I ain't seen nothin' yet

[Final Hook: Big-beat male MC, huge breakbeat, distorted bass riff, swaggering big-beat hook]
I'm the usual suspect, every finger finds my door
Every pane on Larkin Street, they know who it's for
Line 'em up, line 'em up, put me in the light
I'm the usual suspect, and I'm usually right

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[Hook: Big-beat male MC, huge breakbeat, distorted bass riff, swaggering big-beat hook] I'm the usual suspect, every finger finds my door Every pane on Larkin Street, they know who it's for Line 'em up, line 'em up, put me in the light I'm the usual suspect, and I'm usually right [Verse 1: Big-beat male MC, cocky menacing big-beat flow over the breakbeat] Twelve years old, a fastball through the bakery's front glass Mrs. Duda chased me seven blocks and never let it pass Ever since, the street decided any time a pane gets cracked There's a knock at Mama's door and a cop who wants me back Hardware store, the dry cleaner, the deli and the bar Every one of 'em got broken and they pinned it from afar I got a name like a brick and a reputation like a rock Every time a window shatters, Officer Kowalczyk knocks Big beat in the alley and the breakbeat in my chest I don't argue with the knockin', I just let 'em guess [Hook: Big-beat male MC, huge breakbeat, distorted bass riff, swaggering big-beat hook] I'm the usual suspect, every finger finds my door Every pane on Larkin Street, they know who it's for Line 'em up, line 'em up, put me in the light I'm the usual suspect, and I'm usually right [Verse 2: Big-beat male MC, colder, bars on the big-beat snare] Twenty years of knock-knock, twenty years of where were you Twenty years I never said it, let 'em think that it was true 'Cause I'm out at three a.m. with a ladder and some putty Measurin' the frames by flashlight with a cutter, nothin' fancy The deli got a brand-new pane, the owner thought insurance paid The chapel got its colored glass, the pastor thought he prayed Every crack that someone else threw, I been sealin' up by dawn And the street still blames the breakin', never asks who put it on [Break: Big-beat male MC, cuff ratchet, the breakbeat stops for one ratchet of handcuffs, then the big beat crashes back] Three a.m., the flashlight finds me on the ladder at the bar Kowalczyk got the cuffs out, now we finally know who you are Then he looks up at the glass, and the putty's still wet And he holds the ladder steady, says I ain't seen nothin' yet [Final Hook: Big-beat male MC, huge breakbeat, distorted bass riff, swaggering big-beat hook] I'm the usual suspect, every finger finds my door Every pane on Larkin Street, they know who it's for Line 'em up, line 'em up, put me in the light I'm the usual suspect, and I'm usually right [End]

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