[Intro] (news anchor VO over crackling police scanner) “This just in — Chicago Police Sergeant Marcus Kane found dead in a South Side parking garage. The veteran officer was on duty but alone. No signs of struggle, cameras mysteriously dark. Cook County Sheriff’s Office has been notified — more on this developing story after the break.” [Verse 1] (fast Twista/Choppa flow — short punchy lines, cold hard rap) Half-empty garage, Englewood shadows grip tight Worse hood in the city, I post up every night No partner on shift, just the squad car and me Exploit these residents, shake ’em down for they fee Pocket the cash, bricks, whatever they hold Sit back in the cut while the city stays cold Cook County Sheriff, my boy hits the line Drops the intel on this cop out of line Sergeant Marcus Kane, Chicago PD pride Harasses the sheriffs, thinks he’s God in the ride Arrogant fool flexes like the streets are his throne Call from my boy, unknowingly leaves his fate set in stone [News Break 1] (reporter VO, urgent but professional, free-form spoken) “Eyewitnesses and internal complaints describe Sergeant Marcus Kane as a decorated Chicago cop with over twenty years on the force. But sources close to Cook County Sheriff’s deputies say he’s been harassing county officers for months — belittling them, interfering in their operations, acting like Chicago PD is superior to everyone. The Sheriff’s Office denies any direct involvement, but the tension has been building., they have evidence he's been exploiting residence and have witnesses with sex allegations.” [Verse 2] (fast Twista/Choppa flow — short punchy lines, cold hard rap) Arrogant prick rolls through with that superior grin Badge on his chest like it’s heavier than sin Thinks every sheriff’s beneath his Chicago throne Interferes in their calls, never leaves them alone My boy fed up, gave me the drop on the spot Kane cruising the garage like he owns every lot Headlights slice dark, engine purrs real low Doesn’t know I’m posted in the shadows below Concrete pillars hide me, perfect ambush zone Arrogant cop steps out, walking straight to his throne Boots hit the ground with that cocky-ass stride Thinks no one can touch him, but tonight he’ll collide [Verse 3] (fast Twista/Choppa flow — short punchy lines, cold hard rap) I slide from the dark like smoke in the night air He’s texting on his phone, no clue I’m right there Boots echo heavy on the oil-stained floor Thinks these streets bow down when he kicks in the door One hand on my garrote, the other stays steady Twenty years of badge pride about to get buried He leans in his car, still acting untouchable Doesn’t see the reaper closing in, unmovable Garage stays silent, no witnesses around Time to end this arrogant reign right now Shadow to shadow, my breath stays controlled One silent move and his story gets told [Verse 4] (fast Twista/Choppa flow — short punchy lines, cold hard rap) Move like lightning, garrote slides round his neck One hand clamps tight, the other pulls check Eyes bulge wide in the rear-view glare Body jerks once, twice, no breath left to spare Piss hits the seat, bowels let go in defeat Twenty seconds flat, elite cop obsolete Gun in his lap, staged like a robbery gone black No prints, no DNA, I fade to the back Scrambler still humming, cameras stay blind Another dirty badge erased from my mind Wipe down the scene, slip back into the night Reaper’s work finished, no trace left in sight [Kill Moment] (cold spoken, dead silence behind the words) Done... Quick... Silent... Like he never existed. [News Break 2] (full news anchor VO, helicopter blades thumping louder) “Breaking overnight — More about Sergeant Kane, discovered dead in his vehicle inside an Englewood municipal parking garage. Preliminary reports indicate strangulation, but no suspects, no security footage, and zero leads according to CPD. The Cook County Sheriff’s Office released a brief statement calling it a ‘tragic loss’ while refusing further comment on prior harassment claims. This story is developing, but sources tell us the investigation is already hitting dead ends.” [Outro] (Reaper’s whispered relief over fading scanner static and single low cello note) Back in the safe house, TV glow on my mask Anchor keeps talking but the details stay thin No clues, no witnesses, case going cold fast Sheriffs probably breathing, no more Kane in the path I exhale slow… that weight finally gone Another arrogant badge erased before dawn City sleeps a little safer tonight Reaper out. [Beat continues... no lyrics]
