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Danny! - "Rhyme Writer Crime Fighter"
Lyrics to Rhyme Writer Crime Fighter : You know' When I aint spittin Im out fightin crime Cause Im bad like that, uh [Verse 1:] Caped crusader Stay souped with lasers A gray deuce-deuce that I used to blaze I slayed spooked troops in my youthful days And flew away in the Spruce Goose, ruthless ways Now you could say my style was aloof but hey I gotta stay elusive And thats why I moonlight as a producer, slash rapper Slash ass-kicker, ridiculous rat bastards Face down on the gravel, have gun will travel Out the blue steel barrel, get ya crew killed Harold from Peru filled the streets with pills for weeks Had his operation based in Brazilian suites Women swimmin in counterfeit bills with grills for teeth And had a half a mil concealed beneath Building B Ugh...received word they on the block I got the call on my two-way radio watch It was a Tuesday, shoes laced, gazed at my clock Hope I can ruin their clientele in time to catch Seinfeld Crime prevails daily, its a hundred fanatics Thats why my hips equipped with guns and gadgets Thats why my lip is stiff, no one can match it Thats why I dip whenever the sun comes, had it With Harold and his shenanigans, everyones frantic When they peep the piece and the heat I brandish Shut em down son, took em to police then vanished I made it home but I just missed Costanzas antics, dammit! Such a job is selfless But the mayor feeds me eggs, corn cobs and shellfish Rebellious for the hell of it, villains audacious Im still in my spaceship, I know that I can fly with my cape But thats some lame shit, Im cooler than that Preservin justice, just show me where the hooligans at And this is my hooligan r-r-r-rap [Danny!: talking] And you know they dont give a brotha no superpowers So I gotta keep more gats than a Papoose verse You feel me' [Chorus x2: scratches by Danny!] [Danny!:] "D-D-D. Swain..." [Street Life:] "...r-r-rhyme Writer..." [Will Smith:] "The best...best...the best looking crime fighter..." [Verse 2:] In the daytime hes meek and mild-mannered But the D. Swainmobile is sleek and piled with hammers I got a slick pistol that I nicknamed Crystal Her thick frame bristles when I exchange missiles For some quick pain, whistle at her, see if she dont snub you I keep the broad around but I dont ever say "I love you" I stay between gats and my laser beam hats George Bush the button to thwart a crook, its nothin I got a fly chick as a sidekick Always on her Sidekick, tryin to find some Jordan-signed kicks I try to give her leeway; lost my utility belt Assed-out for three days, she copped a new one from eBay Heesheeeay! Blowticious, villains so vicious Mutated goldfishes, magicians and old witches, and Islamic crooks with atomic hooks I done battled all of these cats, and still aint no comic book! Look! ("we dont believe you!") I know you hear my flows and doubt it Dont believe me' Ask Edna Mode, shes the broad that sews my outfits The sensational, back is the +Incredible+ D. Swain the Vigilante, back-handin criminals ..but dont tell nobody [Chorus] [ Rhyme Writer Crime Fighter Lyrics ]
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