The Epitome Of Greatness
From: NY ... Born And Raised |
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True Mobster ...Dope Piece
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This takes place in a dimly lit room in a shabby hotel in northeast section of Staten Island. The Don sits behind his desk with a cuban cigar in his mouth and talks to his newest hitman Magnificent.
(Magnificent)
You need this done, I'm the one who can make it so
Take control of the situation, and take his soul
You want someone you can trust to dispose of this chump, right?
Well I got plenty of guns to bust plus undisclosed dump sites
And nobody knows me besides, I'll slide in undetected
Leave this bitch disconnected wishin' he never disrespected
Trust I know what I'm doin', even though I'm unproven
But this bitch has been in your biz for too long, lemme remove 'em
The Don takes a draw off his cigar, and exhales arrogantly in Magnificent's face... he leans back in his leather chair and clasps his hands behind his head, with a meditative expression on his face... as he puts his feet up on the desk, he speaks...
(The Don)
I don't know kid, I want this to be a slow hit
You handle deliveries, I can't afford to let you blow this
This cat is focused, he'll leave you mamed in seconds
Believe it when I say there's reasons his name is Weapons
But I hear what you're sayin', check it, he denied the rules
If I decide to let you ride, I'll supply the tools
I want slugs inside the fool, I won't change my intentions
But by all means, you can speak while I make my decision
Magnificent sees an opening... with a smirk, he leans in to seal the deal...
(Magnificent)
I understand your position, but I operate with precision
I'm in my zone when I work alone, without supervision
Stealth mode, I keep it low key, make sure no one's gon' see
Always watchin' my back in case someone tries to smoke me
I never relax, I'm methodical, I cover my tracks
I ride disguised so private eyes can't discover the facts
Some gloves and a mask, and an alibi is all I need
Try me, you'll find that it's Gangster blood I bleed
The Don looks pleased... he sits forward again, takes the Cuban out of his mouth, and snubs it out... he sips from a glass of brandy, and says...
(The Don)
Alright kid you're the nexus, don't make me regret this
If there's mistakes, trust when I say you'll be the next hit
I want it done before breakfast, bring back his tongue and necklace
Nothin' wreckless, you better be cautious too
'Cause shit, while you're watchin' him I'll have cats watchin' you
Some monstrous dudes, but overall this kid's claimin' nasty
And in case you're eyed your alibi is some bitch named Patty
This four fifth sprays madly, it'll make a whole block lay down
But I'll say twenty thousand will be your final payout
Magnificent is satisfied with the decision... he rises from his seat, straightens his suit, and adjusts his tie... as he shakes The Don's hand, he reassures him...
(Magnificent)
Ay yo, I'm on my way out, this motherfucka's gon' pay now
I'll have him face down in a grave, but I won't say how
This is a smart move, you ain't even got to wonder
I'll call you tomorrow afternoon with my account number
The Don's goons escort Magnificent out the building... two hours later, a nondescript blue sedan parks near an alley... Magnificent sits in the driver's seat and assembles a marksman's pistol from out of a briefcase... he exits the car, and makes his way down the alley...
(Magnificent)
Crouched behind a dumpster outside of this dude's club
Alleyway dark as fuck, peepin' out two thugs
Quiet and meticulous, cerebral but never evil
Twist the muffler on the heat, silence the Desert Eagle
Lick two shots into each of these dude's knots
Sneak inside the back door and search for a new spot
Make my way upstairs, dark corner on the balcony
'Bout to turn burnt flesh to gold like medieval alchemy
Steady the barrel as I place the Hindu about his face
Squeeze the trig, split his wig, and then vanish without a trace
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