This story began in the underworld- The cracks in each city- Where secrets are performed indiscriminately- Where people loose their identities easily- You see this black leather cat- Struts with his super fly glasses on- Looking like gangsta rap- With cool calm attitude- He's the darker shade of good- Greeted by his crew- He checks them still- Cuz they’re old school- Down the spiral staircase- The thump and bump- Liquid life, dancing all night- The sights and sound- You wanna feel around- This swagger, cloak and dagger- Comes for the business- Selling his goods- To the highest bidder- Meanwhile, the music’s on- Their Bodies in heat- Dancing to some funky ass beat- Girls so high- Guys up against their thighs- Gotta get it on- Females naked, sex in the making- He’s been there, felt it in all the right places- Has been with all these same faces- Tonight this man is “the Specialty”- His each move in slow motion- He is black leather lion - Closing on the spinner’s den- Meanwhile, the vibe is illuminating as the sun- You see, he can see right thru you- When the spirit is focused- Its like having x-ray vision- Sick pale faces- Clubbing and chugging- Forgetting…just- Who…they…are- Then the lady in red- Blossoms in front of the crowd- She wants king- To do his thing- He knows her all to well- She taught him- A titanium soul is a state of mind- This he learned- After, yeah, he did get burned- Fucken snake ass bitch- Yeah, walk on water- Make it all wine- Resurrect the brain dead x’ers- You gotta stay strong- By drinking your own elixir-Birth sign: Libra
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