🆃🅷🅴 🅶🅴🅽🆃🅻🅴🅼🅴🅽 (Tribute)

gritty, atmospheric edge, slow brooding tempo, heavy, moody, haunting, menacing, trip-hop, upbeat rhythm, building tension, intrigue, aristocratic British accent

(Intro)
cluck cluck cluck!

(Verse 1)
I stride through manors, grand and grim, where murk hides my schemes,
My polished boots tread paths of sin, to chase my lawless schemes.
In The Gentlemen’s world I dwell, with cunning as my edge,
A toff with nerve, I’ll raise some hell, and never be betrayed.

(Chorus)
Oh, I’m the Gentleman, my dear, in suits so sharp and grand,
I’ll steal your gold, your heart, your fear, with a pistol in my hand!
From city grime to fields divine, I rule with charm and might,
Raise a glass to my scoundrel’s class—here’s to my glorious fight!

(Verse 2)
I’m kin, with wits like steel, I’ll outfox any foe,
My deals are struck in smoke and zeal, where only victors go.
The Horniman’s my empire’s heart, its green my claim to fame,
I’ll guard my throne with roguish art, and never lose my game.

(Bridge)
I tango on Glass,
 Beside de Queen, her eyes could spark a war,
Her steel and sass, a deadly sheen, I’m hers for evermore.
The Traveller lads, they bow to my command,
In this world of weed and wicked will, I hold the upper hand!

(Verse 3)
I weave through fights and double-cross, with shotguns at my side,
I’m never lost, my honour’s still my pride.
Though blood may spill and plans may break, I’ll keep my cool, my nerve,
For a gentleman’s a gent, make no mistake, with the devil’s own reserve.
 
(Chorus)
Oh, I’m the Gentleman, my dear, in suits so sharp and grand,
I’ll steal your gold, your heart, your fear, with a pistol in my hand!
From city grime to fields divine, I rule with charm and might,
Raise a glass to my scoundrel’s class—here’s to my glorious fight!

(Outro)
So toast to Riches , who spun my lawless spree,
Where aristocracy meets betrayal, in splendid villainy.
I’ll live again, through ink and men, with whisky by the flame,
To the Gentleman—that’s me 
---bawk bawk bawk

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(Intro) cluck cluck cluck! (Verse 1) I stride through manors, grand and grim, where murk hides my schemes, My polished boots tread paths of sin, to chase my lawless schemes. In The Gentlemen’s world I dwell, with cunning as my edge, A toff with nerve, I’ll raise some hell, and never be betrayed. (Chorus) Oh, I’m the Gentleman, my dear, in suits so sharp and grand, I’ll steal your gold, your heart, your fear, with a pistol in my hand! From city grime to fields divine, I rule with charm and might, Raise a glass to my scoundrel’s class—here’s to my glorious fight! (Verse 2) I’m kin, with wits like steel, I’ll outfox any foe, My deals are struck in smoke and zeal, where only victors go. The Horniman’s my empire’s heart, its green my claim to fame, I’ll guard my throne with roguish art, and never lose my game. (Chorus) Oh, I’m the Gentleman, my dear, in suits so sharp and grand, I’ll steal your gold, your heart, your fear, with a pistol in my hand! From city grime to fields divine, I rule with charm and might, Raise a glass to my scoundrel’s class—here’s to my glorious fight! (Bridge) I tango on Glass, Beside de Queen, her eyes could spark a war, Her steel and sass, a deadly sheen, I’m hers for evermore. The Traveller lads, they bow to my command, In this world of weed and wicked will, I hold the upper hand! (Verse 3) I weave through fights and double-cross, with shotguns at my side, I’m never lost, my honour’s still my pride. Though blood may spill and plans may break, I’ll keep my cool, my nerve, For a gentleman’s a gent, make no mistake, with the devil’s own reserve. (Chorus) Oh, I’m the Gentleman, my dear, in suits so sharp and grand, I’ll steal your gold, your heart, your fear, with a pistol in my hand! From city grime to fields divine, I rule with charm and might, Raise a glass to my scoundrel’s class—here’s to my glorious fight! (Outro) So toast to Riches , who spun my lawless spree, Where aristocracy meets betrayal, in splendid villainy. I’ll live again, through ink and men, with whisky by the flame, To the Gentleman—that’s me ---bawk bawk bawk

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