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Meeting at 12 noon
Fastest way there
Prepare for failure
Keep it clean
Do they speak in English?
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

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
But someone ordered something and it’s gotta be my hit
My little loaded clip sits gently in its hole
Barrel darker than cold
A single shot through the peephole
I’m still as time seems to slow
Six, four, five 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

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 ‘cause 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

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

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

Be there at midnight
Make sure he don’t fuck up
It’s real simple


from Volume Four (2006​-​2008), released August 1, 2022


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