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bez:
Ma face hidden in shadows under the balaklava that hides my expressions from the outside world,
Ready to break the bank open, take the volt and jolt cos I'm sick of bein frowned upon in this rip tide world,
Every second is an interigation, waitin for my time ain't fine cos the crime I commit will condem me to ma cell to rhyme,
But thats only if I'm caught, ain't prepared to go peaceful, all gunz blazin, I got ma plan so I aint phasin, stick your god dam hands up people,
Put the money in the bag, don't try hittin the alarm, this shotgun will make sure I got ma presidents and you leave wit no arm, best believe I'll harm,
Hit the floor customers don't try to be herotic, I'm sikotic wit this gun I'll take ya head off so fast you'll be left feelin dicapitadly hipnotic, I'm headin to the tropics, exotic,
Pracice runs runnin smooth I sleep dreamin about if I loose, I gotta choose wheather I can accept defeat cos it will be a dogs day afternoon the day they don't allow me to breath freely,
I step a foot towards the street, leather coat and black bag along wit ma achin from all the practice runs feet, turn the corner I see ma salary border once I cross I'm in for hell before I'm gone,
One problem, ma personality disorder has left me done, the bank burned down in 1941!!!!!

dont wanna be in the crew, just thought I wud post.

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