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The Bank Robbery
The heist was an easy one, breaking monotony
Giving the imperial state some sodomy, a daylight robbery
A gang of crooks brought together by wealthy circumstance
Never shook by bad weather, or the risk of chance
The leader was Marquez, a seasoned veteran
Few men were better than, at seizing dividends
The right hand was Fidel, a gunman to give ‘em hell
A sharp shooter, swift looter, unafraid of alarm bells
3 and 4 were Rick and Lefty, the first a getaway driver
Lefty a social climber, his explosives could make ‘em rise up
The blueprints were drawn, a banks vault to assault
One lazy Thursday morning, the stock market on halt
Rick drove them across the road, engine running, feeling bold
Marquez pulled on his mask and the rest he told:
Marquez:
“Fella’s you know the plan well, so fuck the fine details
When convincing a man to pay, damn right the heat sells
Lefty you crowd control ‘em like herding cattle
Fidel, you keep him covered so his nerves don’t rattle
I’ll take our business to the manager, cuff him to a banister
And show him why Marquez’s nicknames ‘the damager’
After he’s a lost a few digits, he’ll part with a few digits
Then we’ll escape sacks with cash big enough to crush midgets
Rick; keep the engine gunning as soon as we run in
Sound out the horn twice if the police is coming
Now, on the count of three, its time to show your guts
Because this jobs starting, no time to hold your nuts!”
The doors exploded inwards courtesy of C4
Clients hit the deck like pissed off sailors, now they see floor
Fidel sprayed the ceiling, the staff got the message;
Fidel:
“Put your hands behind your heads!”
Lefty (to himself):
“Damn, this fucker’s aggressive.”
Marquez broke into a run, kicked the office door open
There sat the manager smoking, eye’s wired wide and hoping
A swift yank on his arm, the flick knife worked a charm
Bit to the bone on his pinky, think he was acting calm?
Manager:
“Please! I’ll tell you anything!”
Marquez:
“Just what I wanted to hear
You’ve got enough funds to buy a fucking college in here
Get me to the safe, and don’t try no funny business
Coz no-one’ll come to witness, you getting a ticket to my shitlist”
A quick trip, another detonation, flying debris
And c-notes rained from the sky, flying and free
Cash was packed up, stacked up and carried with speed
Marquez:
“Boys! I’ve got the stash, no time to tarry, let’s leave!”
The alarm burst into life, 3 fella’s burst out of the smoke
Rick pulled up beside them, his reversing was dope
Sirens blared, but too late, no chance to pull out their guns yet
Because the four amigo’s were specks on the sunset