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03-31-05, 10:11 PM
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On A Mission
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Forget Plans,Let's Improvize And Get Straight-To-The-Course//
D.C. And The White House Is Bout To Be Taken-By-Force// Lil C n Rude Slip In Stealthy,With No Trace-Or-A-Peep// Me? I Walked Through The Front Door Like I Live There,Makin-A-Scene// I Had To Cause A Diversion But Sumthin-Was-Missin'// (I got it..) So My Disguise Resembles Women Of The Muslim-Religion// Plus I Gotta Empty Briefcase And Walk Suspicious So I Frequently-Step// Made A Sudden Stop,And Set The Breifcase Under Neathe-Of-A-Desk// So Now Every Camera's Got Me In Focus,You Can Sense Sequent-Nervous-Basics// I Can Tell Im Surrounded,By Both,Security And Secret-Service-Agents// 20 Guards Secure The Ground Floor,And 10 More Stake-Out-The-"Bomb"//(breifcase) The Rest Is Watching My Every Move Like Im Here To Break-Out-Sadam// (Damn!) Evacuating The President,Cuz My Intentions Are Nothin Less-Of-Obscurity// I Even Overheard The Lead Agent Call In The Head-Of-Security// Someone's Behind Me,I Can Sense That They Just Peered-Through-The-Door// So I Snap Like "What's Your Problem,(Damn!)Im Just Here-For-The-Tour....// Discrimation Isnt Unheard Of,But You Seem Shook-From-Me-Dummy....// I Bet If I Would've Been Born In The States You Wouldnt Look-At-Me-Funny..."// "Sorry Ma'am,You Can Go"...Thanks,But Dude,-Ya-Know-Wut?// ....I Planted A "Bomb On Air Force One" And I Dont Mean "Shoes-That-Blow-Up"// Tell The President,If They Manage To Dismantle The Bomb,Then-There's-Worse// Cause I Know They're Destination Is Camp David But We Done Been-There-First// You All Should Know-This-Before...Im Not Hopin-For-War// But There's Explosives Set To Flatten A Mile When They Open-The-Door!!//(haha) We "Stealin" money right "Under the Nose" cause we comin wit no "Scent"// NigGa we "Invisable" to a "Scanner" cause we leave wit no "Prints"// We leave no "Hints" cause no detective can "Follow-up"// I'll take tha "President".......Rude get the "Vs. one" to "Swallow-up"// Cause the "Pills we Prescribed" cause em to be "Under-The-Influence"// An whos there to help when Ls got the "Officers-Truant"// An who to "Assume-it" when I've tooken up all the "Reports"// C threw away the "Camras" and Rude done "Rotted the corpse"// N how "We got on the Porch".....Shit...All we needed was "Access"// We got a "Few Digits" and gave a few guards a "Back-Rest"// Made it a "Track-Fest" and "Ran with all we Had"// Found a "Door Locked" so we "Knocked off the Pad"// Made it a "Game" n started "Shooting an Aimming"// Had it like a "Fire Drill" with these "Officals as Childen"..."Ducking an Training"// The "Effect" of us "Spread" like a "Diesease in the Vains"// We leavin a "Draught" from this money.......yall guna be in "Need of some Rain"// Be in "Need of my Name" cause I'll be "Gone" as "Nothing Happend"// N I'll Leave half the house "Sufficated" and the other waking up from "Something Blackend"// Shit..I come wit somethin "Toxic" ......I'm "Tickin like a Bomb"// The "President said I wasn't Right" and you know I'm "Trippin when I'm Wrong"// So I made this "Letter Long" giving him "Death Threats"// And when I "Showed up" he was "Taking Lessons for Breath Steps"// I'm "Givin the White House" more then a "Story"// Fuck it...I'll let L step in "For-Me"// Showing up in white clothes, fuck black.. white shoes and a white robe greet royally, tell guards.. please don't toy with me, I'm psycho! When they question my acts, I'm stressing with gats.. to show off.. but the trigger rest, cause a bigger test is the tnt.. it doesn't blow soft. I pull the pin of the grenade.. drop it slow.. and then go on my way.. They thought I left, and OFF with thier HEADS! Shit! it's on today! I sneak past the gates, with masking tape, ropes, cuffs.. I'm sweating carrying machine guns, switchblades, as i tote my tough weapons.. My hopes undressing.. with things in my path.. but at the danger I laugh I bang with blast, kill 5 guards.. then remain with the map.. wondering where should I rearrange attack.. and bang my gats Scoping the sight.. and hoping i might find where the bigheads hang at Something from the bushes grabs my leg! Shit, I turn to stab thier head.. And it's 2 chicks.. in flower beds.. saying "chill bytch, you want us jabbed & dead?" To help my accomplishes it was my accomplices.. Amaya and Rude.. "Damn girls, what's hanging.. ?" they say "wtf does it look like we're trying to do" So we bust in the house, on a rampage.. I look the guard in his damn face grab his cock.. his act is soft.. then I seduce him until the man's waste.. I slip by, easily done.. then it's up the stairs straight to the oval office.. Where the president "meets bush" I stated laws I don't like and told him drop it! Then I shot him, In the mouth and face, trust no bullets we're about to waste So I whiped his mouth, "How you like me now, and Sir.. hows it taste? He was a pissed man, so then bullets found his heart, the sound was sharp. I heard screams.. that turned mean, once Dad was found apart.. It was my time.. to leave before i felt a bit of regret in this.. So I set a kiss, on Ms Bush, and the kids.. walked off and let em Live... Walking out, meeting back with the my team, My eye dropped a stream They laughed & tease, so I acted mean, 1 more blast passed after me! One more bomb was let off, and we set off.. with tales of glory... "Damn, lets go get some pizza, and you can tell me your stories.." red=my homie Rude Blue=Me |
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04-01-05, 01:37 AM
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