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In a city plagued by crime,
the Night's Watchman
emerges from the shadows to uphold justice.
After losing a loved one
and feeling the bitterness

With a bachelor's in criminal justice suggesting minimal adjustments 
To atone for unjust corruptions are taking our happiness away
That these, and more,

forever and i can tell you don't like that
You won't win in this crime,return to me what's mine
You don't have the right

It's illegal
You're a criminal who

exceptional or superior to
Other nations when the facts show
There is American corruption in
Voting rights, criminal justice
Housing policy a political system

on screens
Love for this city
Got heart on My sleeve
Been a few places
Still nothing competes
Promise they doubtin
Me out in these streets
Said I'm no criminal

Repping hiphop like it's post to be 
Street hero call me hercules 
Competition rest in peace 
World wide ain't around there's no tracing me 
Repping

built off the family, the name of the brand
I'm billed as the bachelor, but fuck if I am
The house, the cars, a Russian ménage
I can't let you in, they'll

if you a baller
They don't care if you a criminal or white collar
In the end all they seeing is your skin tone
Melanin poppin' can't leave you alone

and credit
Keep it in the family
Set it
So forth and so on
20 years off from my prime
But the flow on
You can't restrict art
I'm just a vessel
But some get

And my flow is spectacular
I told yo hoe imma bachelor
She instantly bent over for me
Oh how I'm tapping her
She love throwing that ass at us
And oh how

the building and the apartments in it/ 
They got the justice department in it/ 
I’m heartless a marksman and you got marked for vengeance/
This ain’t God you

in the night
I fight to steal the day
Murder all music
Kill it and getaway

Another smooth criminal hit
The only way
The ones that's from where I'm

to annihilate this English language
The criminals they came with, imitate the natives
This rap contagious, like chicken pox
No inoculations, ain't no competition

Good with art like Warhol or basiquat
Left me in pieces she told me to Reese in peace
Fool me once imma sting you like bumble bee
Fly like a butterfly

Everybody take your seats and get ready
Whoopings being handed out one by one
You in the back first
Next time y'all act up, it's no mercy and I mean

sickness
That's some ridiculous sick shit

And police commit crimes in the name of justice
Ain't no way McCarthy could ever have touched this
Cops using race