Page 226 – Lucky Rabbit, Crooked Deals

[Intro – gravel voice adlib]
Lucky rabbit’s foot in a pocket of sin,
Deals cut crooked where the film begins.
Mob ties deep, put the ink to a reel,
Disney with the dons when the contracts seal.

[Verse 1]
Oswald danced with a grin in the frame,
Luck in his title, luck rigged in the game.
Rabbits on posters, but the real design,
Was a sigil in the ink, an occult sign.
Kennedy’s FBO stamped the checks,
Mob boss smile with a hand on his neck.
RKO gates with a guarantee deal,
Snow White sight unseen, but the bankroll real.
Roselli walks in with a sapphire ring,
CIA whispers where the Nine Men sing.
Giancana’s laugh in a Hollywood hall,
Accardo counting chips while the credits fall.
Columbia’s hustler with a pool hall sway,
Harry Cohn fronted what the mob had to say.
Every frame sold like a hand of cards,
Every sketch traced on a mafia yard.

[Hook – chant layered]
Lucky rabbit, crooked deals,
Ink on paper, blood on seals.
Mice in shadows, reels conceal,
Kingdom built where the dons appeal.
Lucky rabbit, crooked deals,
Stage lights flicker, silence heals.
Cash in crates, the contract steals,
History written in a mobster’s feel.

[Verse 2]
Steamboat Willie sails with a whistle tune,
Mickey Mouse shadow rising under a moon.
The first sound-sync cartoon, a hit on the street,
But the backroom talk said the mob eats meat.
Pat Powers skimmed, tried to drain the line,
Con-artist smile, every dollar a sign.
Harry Cohn bailed Walt with a gambler’s hand,
Straight from Vegas bags to the dreamland stand.
Columbia, RKO, all mob-fed veins,
Where the bosses took cream from the labor’s pains.
Leon Schlesinger passing scraps of ink,
Universal jobs that kept Walt in sync.
Behind the rabbit’s grin, the claws stay red,
A family film built on what the dons said.

[Bridge – spoken cadence, over muted drums]
Count the reels, count the names,
Count the fortunes masked as games.
Count the bosses, count the stakes,
Count the silence history makes.

[Verse 3]
By ’37, every studio door,
Let the mafia skim like a tithe from the poor.
Kennedy’s RKO, Paramount hands,
Warner and MGM, same black brands.
Deals with devils, but the paint looked clean,
A rabbit, a mouse, and an innocent scene.
Yet the empire stood on foundation cracked,
With Chicago blood where the contracts stacked.
Walt fell sick in thirty-one’s gray,
Suicidal in summer, took a trip away.
Came back swinging, watch designs sold,
Mickey on a wrist turned a story to gold.
Consumer empire, smiles on chains,
While the dons poured champagne with the studio gains.
It’s a crooked fable told with flair,
Luck was the rabbit, but the crime stayed there.

[Hook – final, heavy chant]
Lucky rabbit, crooked deals,
Ink on paper, blood on seals.
Mice in shadows, reels conceal,
Kingdom built where the dons appeal.
Lucky rabbit, crooked deals,
Stage lights flicker, silence heals.
Cash in crates, the contract steals,
History written in a mobster’s feel.

[Outro – whispered]
Rabbit’s foot twitch, the dice still spin,
Every reel a secret where the dons walk in.

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[Intro – gravel voice adlib] Lucky rabbit’s foot in a pocket of sin, Deals cut crooked where the film begins. Mob ties deep, put the ink to a reel, Disney with the dons when the contracts seal. [Verse 1] Oswald danced with a grin in the frame, Luck in his title, luck rigged in the game. Rabbits on posters, but the real design, Was a sigil in the ink, an occult sign. Kennedy’s FBO stamped the checks, Mob boss smile with a hand on his neck. RKO gates with a guarantee deal, Snow White sight unseen, but the bankroll real. Roselli walks in with a sapphire ring, CIA whispers where the Nine Men sing. Giancana’s laugh in a Hollywood hall, Accardo counting chips while the credits fall. Columbia’s hustler with a pool hall sway, Harry Cohn fronted what the mob had to say. Every frame sold like a hand of cards, Every sketch traced on a mafia yard. [Hook – chant layered] Lucky rabbit, crooked deals, Ink on paper, blood on seals. Mice in shadows, reels conceal, Kingdom built where the dons appeal. Lucky rabbit, crooked deals, Stage lights flicker, silence heals. Cash in crates, the contract steals, History written in a mobster’s feel. [Verse 2] Steamboat Willie sails with a whistle tune, Mickey Mouse shadow rising under a moon. The first sound-sync cartoon, a hit on the street, But the backroom talk said the mob eats meat. Pat Powers skimmed, tried to drain the line, Con-artist smile, every dollar a sign. Harry Cohn bailed Walt with a gambler’s hand, Straight from Vegas bags to the dreamland stand. Columbia, RKO, all mob-fed veins, Where the bosses took cream from the labor’s pains. Leon Schlesinger passing scraps of ink, Universal jobs that kept Walt in sync. Behind the rabbit’s grin, the claws stay red, A family film built on what the dons said. [Hook – chant layered] Lucky rabbit, crooked deals, Ink on paper, blood on seals. Mice in shadows, reels conceal, Kingdom built where the dons appeal. Lucky rabbit, crooked deals, Stage lights flicker, silence heals. Cash in crates, the contract steals, History written in a mobster’s feel. [Bridge – spoken cadence, over muted drums] Count the reels, count the names, Count the fortunes masked as games. Count the bosses, count the stakes, Count the silence history makes. [Verse 3] By ’37, every studio door, Let the mafia skim like a tithe from the poor. Kennedy’s RKO, Paramount hands, Warner and MGM, same black brands. Deals with devils, but the paint looked clean, A rabbit, a mouse, and an innocent scene. Yet the empire stood on foundation cracked, With Chicago blood where the contracts stacked. Walt fell sick in thirty-one’s gray, Suicidal in summer, took a trip away. Came back swinging, watch designs sold, Mickey on a wrist turned a story to gold. Consumer empire, smiles on chains, While the dons poured champagne with the studio gains. It’s a crooked fable told with flair, Luck was the rabbit, but the crime stayed there. [Hook – final, heavy chant] Lucky rabbit, crooked deals, Ink on paper, blood on seals. Mice in shadows, reels conceal, Kingdom built where the dons appeal. Lucky rabbit, crooked deals, Stage lights flicker, silence heals. Cash in crates, the contract steals, History written in a mobster’s feel. [Outro – whispered] Rabbit’s foot twitch, the dice still spin, Every reel a secret where the dons walk in.

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