[unknown pop record scratched in to open] "Ready to BREAK, THE, ICE Feels like time is standing still..." {*gradually slows to a stop*}
[29 seconds of instrumental follows]
[Murs] Now this fool been on my ass for the past couple years Jumped on the scene from nowhere, takin out all my peers And of my whole squad I'm the last one left Cause for some strange reason I always stay one step ahead of this Agent named Red But for the life of me, I can't figure out why my ass ain't dead And now I clear my head, as we arrive on the site Makin sure, all routes for escape are sealed off airtight Thinkin to myself, tonight's the night Cause I know exactly where he's going Fuck the double-oh-seven, I'm the Living Legend with the +Goldeneye+ holding my rifle for assault Aimed directly at the vault But what happened next, wasn't even my fault You see from the rear, a strange mist appeared Strapped on the infrared gear too late Because soon as it came, it disappeared And when the smoke cleared, the package was gone My squad searched savage 'til dawn; then had to e-mail HQ that the knight had just captured the pawn We swept the crime scene but it was clean, no clues left behind So I shot back to the hotel Had a couple drinks, now I'm back online Not knowin that's where I'd find the next clue It said Agent Blue, I'll meet you next where the stars are at they best and the sun rest too So I headed due West to the town where every night creates a new murder story but stars at they best didn't mean Hollywood, but the observatory So I cased the joint Faced the point that I might not know if I was it Came across the schedule of events Next on the list to speak was the scientist Set to unravel, new theories on time travel Theories that my agency, already knew to be proven I guess Red's clients was gonna try to stop us on the move-in Now I know exactly what he's doin So the next day at the lecture I came disgused as the staff director Even ushered Agent Red himself down the aisle And just had to smile cause he didn't even know it was me Then I shot to the balcony where I was supposed to be Got to the top, my heart damn near stopped This boy left the spot Before I could ask where did he go I turned around lookin down the barrel of his fo'-fo' He was like aiyyo, just follow me down the hall and we won't have no problems at all So I did that, slid the gat into position Just in case he tried to make this my last mission Walked all the way down the hallway into an empty room where I assumed I'd be dead Waited a couple of seconds, turned my head Fool puttin down his weapons, so I did the same Slipped my coat off, and jumped into a stance to let this fool know he was about to get broke off He spoke soft, said it was to death I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, but when I opened my eyes this fool's about to catch me by surprise with the first series of blows I'm up to par, I stayed on my toes But connected with the next swing cut me hella deep with his ring I looked down at his hand, damn That's the same ones the man from the agency said I had around my neck when they found me I thought he was the only one in existance but this nigga ground me, so I held up my hand So he could see what I saw, he stood there in awe Dropped his guard, I took one to the jaw But he didn't trip cause it only made us even We stood there for a second not believin the shit We sat down, talked for a grip, I came up on hella dirt Found out we was brother seperated at birth by the agency especially trained to maintain the illusion of international espionage By holdin up this mirage Everybody in the Department of National Defense got rich Now ain't that a bitch? They say we ain't got enough ends in the budget, for public housing education and health care So right then and there Me and my brother about to plan to get over on the man Went back to the agencies and played the role But on the under strived towards one common goal See we both contraband in foreign lands, it'll be enough We give a fuck, we move the shit by the truck And the scheme worked like a beauty So after a couple years we injured ourselves in the line of duty And of course the agencies showed us no love But now this is the story I tell my children on the shores of the islands we bought From the money we came up off of... bitch~!
Compositor: Nicholas Carter (Murs) ECAD: Obra #31987509