[Chorus: Mez]
The target to get inside of the bank
An apostrophe
Not present in the work
They say beggars can’t be choosers
But that ain’t our aphorism we’re our very own rulers
We used to be the cops of the block, but we breaking right in
Ironic
To gift common gold from our kin an oxymoron
And if you ain’t one, you know this an extended metaphor
[Verse 1: Mez]
Now you wonder why would cops go rogue? Well our past kin didn’t and they were culled
Jim Lon Hob and the rest y'all did nothing and now your just apostrophes on our roll
After looking at this list of our past friends
We wеnt and made our own aphorism
Any challenge that wе J double R would take would be nothing in our missions
An ambulance trying to kill us ironic
But we wouldn’t have any issues in flipping it cause we know we be plutonic we be too fast just call us sonic
We some heroic villains how oxymoronic
But we know what our mission is we be harmonic we breaking into that bank so full of knowledge and dropping in batches
[Chorus: Mez]
The target to get inside of your bank
An apostrophe
Not present in the work
They say beggars can’t be choosers But that ain’t our aphorism
We’re our very own rulers
We used to be the cops of the block, but we breaking right in
Ironic
To gift common gold from our kin an oxymoron
And if you ain’t one, you know this an extended metaphor
[Verse 2: Mez]
The plan the plan what is the plan, Lets break it down
Great uncle Sam a week ago they gave us a bomb, An apostrophe yes, they gave it to Ron, And its tickin and tickin away, about to blow as we speak in this way, Hey, get to the point, your aphorisms time is money in this joint Aight
[Verse 3: Ro V]
Well the bomb gonna go in the place that I know that gon make it go blow and go save this banco
That be ironic cause no one will be blown to pieces like we in some comic, Rambo, the hole it'll make will be big enough so we can take all our gold through and complete our goal
Then we intruders will be like your family giving you gifts
Oxymoron
Cuzzo you better be ready we coming we Freddy
Your dreams gon be full of all of this spaghetti
Your banks gon remember the things we be planting
The words and the phrases we out here just panting, And when the doctor wants the money you look in the bank and just say honey
I got all the gold you want oh its enchanting
[Chorus: Mez]
The target to get inside of your bank
An apostrophe
Not present in the work
They say beggars can’t be choosers But that ain’t our aphorism
We’re our very own rulers
We used to be the cops of the block, but we breaking right in
Ironic
To gift common gold from our kin an oxymoron
And if you ain’t one, you know this an extended metaphor
The target to get inside of the bank
An apostrophe
Not present in the work
They say beggars can’t be choosers
But that ain’t our aphorism we’re our very own rulers
We used to be the cops of the block, but we breaking right in
Ironic
To gift common gold from our kin an oxymoron
And if you ain’t one, you know this an extended metaphor
[Verse 1: Mez]
Now you wonder why would cops go rogue? Well our past kin didn’t and they were culled
Jim Lon Hob and the rest y'all did nothing and now your just apostrophes on our roll
After looking at this list of our past friends
We wеnt and made our own aphorism
Any challenge that wе J double R would take would be nothing in our missions
An ambulance trying to kill us ironic
But we wouldn’t have any issues in flipping it cause we know we be plutonic we be too fast just call us sonic
We some heroic villains how oxymoronic
But we know what our mission is we be harmonic we breaking into that bank so full of knowledge and dropping in batches
[Chorus: Mez]
The target to get inside of your bank
An apostrophe
Not present in the work
They say beggars can’t be choosers But that ain’t our aphorism
We’re our very own rulers
We used to be the cops of the block, but we breaking right in
Ironic
To gift common gold from our kin an oxymoron
And if you ain’t one, you know this an extended metaphor
[Verse 2: Mez]
The plan the plan what is the plan, Lets break it down
Great uncle Sam a week ago they gave us a bomb, An apostrophe yes, they gave it to Ron, And its tickin and tickin away, about to blow as we speak in this way, Hey, get to the point, your aphorisms time is money in this joint Aight
[Verse 3: Ro V]
Well the bomb gonna go in the place that I know that gon make it go blow and go save this banco
That be ironic cause no one will be blown to pieces like we in some comic, Rambo, the hole it'll make will be big enough so we can take all our gold through and complete our goal
Then we intruders will be like your family giving you gifts
Oxymoron
Cuzzo you better be ready we coming we Freddy
Your dreams gon be full of all of this spaghetti
Your banks gon remember the things we be planting
The words and the phrases we out here just panting, And when the doctor wants the money you look in the bank and just say honey
I got all the gold you want oh its enchanting
[Chorus: Mez]
The target to get inside of your bank
An apostrophe
Not present in the work
They say beggars can’t be choosers But that ain’t our aphorism
We’re our very own rulers
We used to be the cops of the block, but we breaking right in
Ironic
To gift common gold from our kin an oxymoron
And if you ain’t one, you know this an extended metaphor
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