Gangrene, The Alchemist, Evidence and Oh No - Magic Dust

If you have any information concerning this clue
Notify your local police, the FBI
Or Gangbusters at once
Uh, yo
Uh (Gang)

Poor dressing on a court progression
Spill my lower intestines in a recording session
Hoist up a big rocket launcher and point at your direction
Rosary beads around your neck won't give you more protection
(Yo, hear me now)
Prick my finger for the membership (yeah)
Scribble with so much intensity, make the pencil split (break)
Over the budget, my body's draped in expensive shit (yup)
Empty the cartridge and reload with an extended clip
Big mechanical wrecking ball (uh)
Step on the raw with ethanol
You couldn't handle the repertoire (not at all)
Too many ligaments to chop, I need an extra saw
I cut the cards before I shuffle up the decks and draw
Legends fall, rap blew the whistle I couldn't catch a call
Take a short piece of material and stretch it tall (stretch it)
All the way to the quasars (way up)
Catch me hiding out in plain sight, I'm fly below the radars
Put emphasis on the gang when you say ours (yup)
Oh, you can see the stars, like soliloquy and chaos
Days will get dark, shit get darker than the seance
We did the dirty work, there's no way that you could take ours
Riding all year, ain't no days off (let's go)
Pop show me that mama told me that shit is gonna pay off (uh-huh)
Balling like the playoffs, all that money's in the net so
We turning on the green light, somebody's getting checked for sure (ayo, get 'em)
I'm taking instant grams, not Instagrams
The shit you can't picture it, man, but I can picture like a picture's hand
Right from the top, we throwing curves out
Right from the mound to the corner, curve route
It's gang, gang

Your hopes for this episode of Gangbusters
Our taste is unusual
Because it's a novel means by which we identify the found criminal
(Terrible weather, tell me about it)

Yeah, I'm staring at the paper with the margin
If the words ain't passing when I'm rapping then it's garbage
Growing as an artist from the city of the harvest
Back streets be the seediest and lead 'em to their targets
Endure the hardship more than often
What is life? It's forget to live before the coffin (let's go)
Starter was the jacket I was rocking and it still is (no)
California's active and cops are cat pillars
Body catcher on a stage, I'm that killer (one, two)
Heart became cold and stone, I'm that pillar
A lot of days do tell who fell and stayed level (level)
Keep the base at my feet, mid-waist, face, treble
Bad choices over time, it's been expected (uh)
The point is how you falling down and get up to correct it
They'd rather be wrong and sit and stand corrected (uh)
Standing on the ground 'til we ran them to the exit
Off the intersection at the lab, stove is cooking
Connected to dots, spots they missed and overlooking
This is basic, leaving blueprints for them to chase it (yeah, yeah)
Following my steps 'til it's permanent, replacing, it's gang

Police heard the same story from victims many times
But before the pattern became too familiar
The gang switched operations to a new set of victims
It was a long path they began building in their concentration on liquor stores
They held up more than fifty of them in Manhattan and the Bronx
We have descriptions of the gang members from victims
But they gave us nothing with which they can pin down their identity

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Written by:
Alan Daniel Maman, Michael Woodrow Jackson, Michael Taylor Perretta

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