stream of consciousness: bang bang / the anarchists / song for nancy

[[ lyrics written to rza's (nancy sinatra) bang bang remix, vocals intended for Masta Killa ]]

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i been silent for a while observing, pub- servants, -lic servings, off my plate, dictates from, suburban high society, the projects should be rioting, their planning, the Man's in, vis'ble hands quietly, out to rob us urbans, so mindfully, i keep, the flames alight fanning, rigged games much like manning paid tonnes of bribes, hands in, crazy money maddened insaner ones, rhymes dropped liked dimes, hits ordered, sight lines, clips dusted, never rusted nickel plates, or chrome or silver polished, young homes often offed in close quarters, backs kicked, facts flipped, bucks are passed, much amassed, fuck the past, time's spent quietly as a convict's, i'm quite convinced that all their halls of justice, just involve con kings, drama queens, aced up sleeves, and some overblown courts of jesters, marcus guilty? yes, please, this and then some, monochrome thought suggesters, get hanged, bang bang, deadly melodies, as such the master's enemy, i add a touch of class from the A-2-1 felonies, the crime-iest, the shiniest designs like the Midas's, Osiris built the pyramids then lined 'em all with mines, the maddest machiavellian, might just pack a toolie then, introduce the violence in the rhyme without a reason, see weakness through the iris of the mind, unrefined, you will find that which is spit from the speakers unsweetened, awful sounds like slaughter all but drowned and coughed up like water, thick like hawked up phlegm, but thinner than my blood, thirsty hounds you'll be the feed to, pounds are lethal, bleed you, holier than thou the dirty metal rounds'll leave you, all spun around and mad see through, rotten bodies coff'ed up in the ground, bang bang, something loud nothing fancy, no frills, sample nancy, Rza's killers up the ante, christ.I.AM, shut 'em down with the skills...
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