[melodic break] [Dialogue Intro: Gravelly 1970s mobster voice] [sample only] You see, the difference between us and them is simple. [pause] .... They want the table. [pause] .... We want the room it sits in. [pause] .... we always pray that god owns the building. [pause] .... with that said, respect the swords. [pause] .... Step back from the drop-top, papi, the steel is exotic. Rush to copy the product, but the aura’s hypnotic. Underhanded, strike with the left, leave the man stranded. Scamming like a hood mechanic, the damage is branded. Taxed for the bumper and harness, the hustle is endless. Hollow-points return to the sender, we serving like tennis. Custom herb blender, grinding the piff to a cinder. Rolled in a thick Backwood, mobster rocking suspenders. Sent the bird back to the bar for a cold Bellini. Swore she could stomp with the hounds in a string bikini. The vision was cold and precise. Daughter passed out from the liquor, the milf creeping at night for a slice. I asked her, "Why snake your own seed? The bloodline is sacred." She just gripped on my hand, looking vindictive and naked. So I seized what I wanted, the hunger was feeding. Last man standing, commanding the landing, the luxury seating. Scope from the balcony, watching the concrete expanding. Passerby tried to flag, yelling out, "Ain't you squeezing that?" I chuckled at the math behind the actual facts. Threw him a blood-stained autograph, stepped out the trap. Changed into the all-black fatigues, mapped out the attack. Tactical maneuvers, platoon is immune to the panic. Six Sigma precision, the vision is strictly organic. XXL Ralph Lauren draping over the bulletproof. Size thirteen Air Max, planted firm on the roof. Moving silent like a Panther, stalking the concrete labyrinth. Shrimp fried rice—hold the onions—sipping the absinthe. The order is strict. Your bird wings get clipped by the hollow-point tips. Maryland grit, taking your shine like a total eclipse. Flipped the script, loaded the clip, observing the angles. Emptied the shits, leaving these traitors severed in tangles. Block out the screams when they hit, the fabrics is lavish. Champion mindset, reading the room, eating the cabbage. We calling the plays while you contemplate ways to duplicate squeezing the gauge. [Turnaround: Sudden silence] Artillery heavy, weaponry sparks in the dark. Leave a permanent mark, tearing your empire apart. [End]
