Nine Leaves
Drift
Opening: (thoughts running through his mind) Meeting at 12 noon Fastest way there Prepare for failure Keep it clean Do they speak in English Concentrate Every move has a reason No innocent lives, no children Expect the unexpected Notice the ordinary If it seems to easy it probably isn't How many rounds Aim then fire Live by the gun die by the gun Safe then come home Good afternoon I'm speaking for Verse 1: It took four knocks I was up by the third Till I heard room service so I lowered the piece But oddly enough I re-raised the heat Maybe don't disturb please is not enough to see Or maybe just the fact that I didn't order shit Letras de cancionesBut someone ordered something and it's gotta be my hit My little loaded clip sits gently in its hole Barrel darker than cold Explode A single shot through the peephole I'm still as time seems to slow 6...4...5 on the clock My glock's by my side Never used and fully loaded I rise from sleep, bounced, then left the sheets folded I'm scolded by dry heat Streets crawling with vendors of fresh meat Fresh fish Sort of like the Chinese in Chinatown But the scene is Morocco solid ground My job's to intercept a meeting going down Terminate and pose as my target's speaker Cross the straights of Gibralter till I reach the ports of Spain Costa del Sol to be exact Make the exchange high noon and then I'm coming back The plan went accordingly until I took my seat Tensions heated when he realized it wasn't he He I said couldn't make it so he sent me He spoke Portugese Verse 2: Okay so I found a way to close the deal Chops from Iron Bound The bricks world renown Eddie Rue my crew spoke the slangs of Portugal I grew and listened to these dudes, I learned And played it pretty smooth I checked in the room Several hours to kill Never was the type to chill Instead I'll lamp and catch a breath I won't sleep 'cuz sleep is the cousin of death I heard four knocks The same knocks from before in my dream I pulled the glock Kissed the tip and let it scream Huh, this cat didn't scream He responded by grinding a fistful of bullet shells Smiling but finding he couldn't hit heat in Hell He fell with a shot through his coat On his knees burnt a note Said a prayer, then slit his throat (Thoughts): This guy just killed himself How does someone just kill themselves? What does it mean? Somebody wants me dead He's not Portugese Who sent this guy? There's gotta be others I should leave now Was I followed? I'm being watched This was a setup I gotta get out of here right now Verse 3: It takes a life to take mine So I'm taking them Mine's for hire and I'm still on the clock I'm still on the top My place won't be vacant 'till I entertain Satan And I die by the shot Phone Call: Boss: Be there at midnight. Make sure he don't fuck up. Man: Yeah. It's real simple.
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