. [Intro - Lush Orchestral Strings, Warm Wurlitzer Chords, Smooth Bassline, Spoken Monologue] (Spoken - thick UK accent, smooth & arrogant) "Tony Mokbel... The General. While Carl was pulling triggers, Tony was counting tens of millions. The Company ran the whole supply... Until a wig in Athens brought the curtain down." [Verse 1 - Cinematic Soul-Funk Groove, Panning Strings, Brass Riffs] Top floor apartments, betting on the horse, Tony ran the syndicate with a corporate force. Created 'The Company', a pill-making empire, Fueling the whole Melbourne underworld fire. Never held a pistol, never wiped a blood stain, Just sitting in the VIP, orchestrating gain. Money flowing in through the pizza joint door, Lauderdale property, millions on the floor. When the cops closed in with Operation Purana, Tony packed his bags and vanished to savanna. Bail jumped clean, fifty million on the run, Outsmarted every agency under the sun. [Pre-Chorus - Swelling Strings & Soul Vocal Backing] (Scratch: "Fat Tony... The General... offshore cash!") From the racetracks of Victoria down to the Aegean coastline, Running the whole network on a secret encrypted line! [Chorus - Cinematic Funk Groove, Full Horn Section, Gospel-Soul Choir] THE GENERAL MOVES THE CHEST PIECES SLOW! The biggest underworld player that the South will ever know! From white-collar laundering to a fugitive escape, Wrapping the whole court system up in red tape! Yeah, TONY MOKBEL, MONEY OVER BLOOD! (Scratch: "The Company... global network...") Built a multi-million empire in the Melbourne mud! [Verse 2 - Driving Bassline, Crisp Drums, Dramatic Brass Hits] Fifteen months missing, police hit a wall, Wondering how The General dodged the whole call. Hiding out in Athens with a brown wig on, Drinking iced coffee in the Mediterranean sun. Forged documents, fake names, living like a king, Still pulling levers on the Melbourne drug ring. June two-thousand-and-seven, police hit the cafe, Tackled to the pavement, no more getaway. Extradited back in a private charter jet, The biggest legal bill that the state has ever met. [Chorus - Cinematic Funk Groove, Full Horn Section, Gospel-Soul Choir] THE GENERAL MOVES THE CHEST PIECES SLOW! The biggest underworld player that the South will ever know! From white-collar laundering to a fugitive escape, Wrapping the whole court system up in red tape! Yeah, TONY MOKBEL, MONEY OVER BLOOD! (Scratch: "The Company... global network...") Built a multi-million empire in the Melbourne mud! [Bridge - Stripped Back Bass & Wurlitzer, Greek Bouzouki Lead Line] (Spoken - smooth, ironic) "They seized the racehorses. They seized the luxury real estate. Even with a thirty-year sentence... The lawyer scandal almost walked him out the front gate." [Chorus - Cinematic Funk Groove, Full Horn Section, Gospel-Soul Choir] THE GENERAL MOVES THE CHEST PIECES SLOW! The biggest underworld player that the South will ever know! From white-collar laundering to a fugitive escape, Wrapping the whole court system up in red tape! Yeah, TONY MOKBEL, MONEY OVER BLOOD! (Scratch: "The Company... global network...") Built a multi-million empire in the Melbourne mud! [Outro - Bouzouki Melts into Distorted Police Siren, Abrupt Tape-Stop Finish] (Spoken - calm, cold, deadpan) "June 5, 2007. Kolonaki district, Athens. The General surrenders." (Subtle vinyl scratch, sharp brass hit, sudden abrupt tape-stop finish)
