ORGANIZED RHYME

“Coney Island Cancer”, Stylez Giancana (Stylez Giancana meets DJ Premier “Freestyle Sessions”)

Starts in a stretcher/dead eyes/mouth wide/with presidents’lies in a ledger/photographer pivots to message/trained to roost/the devil looks splendid in Prada too/born to lose/is the way they play the populace/since there’s so much for them to take/innocence lost is their pleasure gained/new millionaire with no game/playing us all with forced fame/of course they hide their evil in Ivory towers/bemused by hours developing photos of victims/sharing limericks in birthday cards/Coney Island farce/controlling forces like ICE/mishandling resources/with gas money tight/edge to the neck of populace/while they play lent/with crucified Jesus leftovers/around the club/ignorance molds us/rub a dub dub/sniper with a snub/nose come clean to the closer/before you sold out your soul/cash money/not about these Benjamins/presidents judges don’t represent me/prostituting the constitution/Pyramid scheme democracies/chipping origonal land/turned to colonies for greed and greasy loins/chasing coins.

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