Finally, a flow with a concept.
The Heist (written to the beat of Cypress Hill's "Illusions")
::Alarm clock going off::
::GASP!!::
Venomous shoves of an adrenaline rush has got me jumpin'
No need to hit the snooze button, cuz now I'm rushin'
The pit of my stomach is itchin' for numbin, so sniffin' some rubbish
is really becomin' appealing for buzzin'
But my mind knows that a task is at hand, and a straight head makes sense when you master a plan.
So I just...throw on some black clothes and I lace up my Timbos,
grab my polyurethanes, duffel bag and a pistol.
The phone rings, the driver's parked by the sidewalk.
Now blind thoughts have me really doubting this heist job.
"Will I be outlined in white chalk?" Delusional fright talk.
The night fog isn't keeping my mind calm.
Deep breath, now I hop in the Tahoe,
'cause a V-8 in the freeway helps dodge the gestapos.
Checkin' speedometers make sure he keeps to the limit.
'Cause gettin' stopped by the cops means that we're finished.
Cuz the fake VIN, would weigh in and play in to the cases that convict to send us to the State Pen.
Only a mile away now, so not to be stupid
Gather up my nerves, grab the glock and the blueprints.
Step out the car with my mind still in shock
Check the time on my watch, perform the Sign of the Cross.
Can't be scurred, but it's not like robbin' a liquor store.
Republican inflation's got me plottin a bigger score.
Scope out the diamond shop, loaded with shinin' rocks,
and with the greed overwhelming me, the frightnin' stops.
Open the gate with the key from my locksmith
'Cause contraband networks range from glock clips to stock tips.
Hacked the alarm, went to Devry for six months
The hardest thing I had to do in that time was quit drugs.
But it paid off, I'm baggin' gems by the thousands.
No more liquor stores, or slangin' Stress by the ounces.
Got all the jeweles, next I load up the Mac
In case a Pig pulls some shit when I go out the back.
Once again I start to choke in fear,
'cause it seemed way too easy but the coast is clear.
Hop in the car, breathe a sigh of relief.
A million dollars richer, I'm glad the heist is complete!
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Author's Note
*Cohesion may have been compromised, due to the fact that I tried to rhyme as many syllables in every bar as I possibly could. Either way, I still know it's the shit. =0)*
::Alarm clock going off::
::GASP!!::
Venomous shoves of an adrenaline rush has got me jumpin'
No need to hit the snooze button, cuz now I'm rushin'
The pit of my stomach is itchin' for numbin, so sniffin' some rubbish
is really becomin' appealing for buzzin'
But my mind knows that a task is at hand, and a straight head makes sense when you master a plan.
So I just...throw on some black clothes and I lace up my Timbos,
grab my polyurethanes, duffel bag and a pistol.
The phone rings, the driver's parked by the sidewalk.
Now blind thoughts have me really doubting this heist job.
"Will I be outlined in white chalk?" Delusional fright talk.
The night fog isn't keeping my mind calm.
Deep breath, now I hop in the Tahoe,
'cause a V-8 in the freeway helps dodge the gestapos.
Checkin' speedometers make sure he keeps to the limit.
'Cause gettin' stopped by the cops means that we're finished.
Cuz the fake VIN, would weigh in and play in to the cases that convict to send us to the State Pen.
Only a mile away now, so not to be stupid
Gather up my nerves, grab the glock and the blueprints.
Step out the car with my mind still in shock
Check the time on my watch, perform the Sign of the Cross.
Can't be scurred, but it's not like robbin' a liquor store.
Republican inflation's got me plottin a bigger score.
Scope out the diamond shop, loaded with shinin' rocks,
and with the greed overwhelming me, the frightnin' stops.
Open the gate with the key from my locksmith
'Cause contraband networks range from glock clips to stock tips.
Hacked the alarm, went to Devry for six months
The hardest thing I had to do in that time was quit drugs.
But it paid off, I'm baggin' gems by the thousands.
No more liquor stores, or slangin' Stress by the ounces.
Got all the jeweles, next I load up the Mac
In case a Pig pulls some shit when I go out the back.
Once again I start to choke in fear,
'cause it seemed way too easy but the coast is clear.
Hop in the car, breathe a sigh of relief.
A million dollars richer, I'm glad the heist is complete!
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Author's Note
*Cohesion may have been compromised, due to the fact that I tried to rhyme as many syllables in every bar as I possibly could. Either way, I still know it's the shit. =0)*