Thievery

[Verse 1: Concrete Cee / Brother Gil] Monetary dearth turns dignified men Into thieving scumbags who'll relieve you of your purse Or your trinkets, foresight required, if you're trying To leave alive, wanna reach for your sword? (Don't think it!) Gladius at your neck (Fork over your belongings!) Why d'you think I'm rapping to you? (Well, poor kings get dethroned and beheaded) Check your history, ya big nosed professor, it must be true if he said it Any delay of the pay? You'll live to regret it I'm only here for a moment in time I check the aisles for loose change, people throwing me dimes (Such is the life of the Tantalus adventurers) Handle it! No manuscripts are found that, detail The operation, but the city watch is running observation (Bunch of chumps, the ladies are more fearsome All the heists I pulled and they ain't ever hear none!) [Hook] [Concrete Cee / Brother Gil] All night long (I'm plotting on the next score) All night long (I want the gold and the swords) All night long (There is nothing too sacred Like a magpie, if it shines, I'll take it) [Verse 2: Brother Gil] In a city that knows no day, it happened that I ran into a princess, nabbed a grand from her in an instant A handsome ransom, made for the bar, in the District where the poor play cards to raise their living standard The sultry maid served ale, I tipped her well She said my rank was too low to get some tail I drew my sword, then pointed it at the wall A poster depicting my face, read there's a reward If the man known as Alleyway Jack is caught A million Gil's offered, have some heart, harlot! She insisted that it wasn't good business I left the pub, pissed, went to kill a Griffin Took the money from the fight, and spent it on a pendant Give it to a fine lass, maybe she would give in No such luck, I'm running out of dimes I want to leave this place, I'm tired of hearing Ragtime! [Hook] [Concrete Cee / Brother Gil] [Interlude] Auctioneer: "And for today's auction, we offer a prized set of blades. First item on the list: The "Ultima Sword". Shall we start the bidding at 99,000 Gil?" Brother Gil: "99,000? I think I'll just take it!" Auctioneer: "You would dare to rob this auction!?" Brother Gil: "You would dare not handing over that sword to me at once?" Auctioneer: "Summon the guards! Guards?" Brother Gil: "They're resting..." *grabs mic* "Oh, and by the way, the doors are locked! None of you fat blue blooded pricks are getting out of here! Unless you empty your wallets... tss! Concrete Cee: "Yo Gil, we gotta get out of here, the Baron let the Behemoth out." Brother Gil: *to Cee* " Good, finally a worthy opponent." *to audience* "You lot shall live, for now... I'LL. BE. BACK!" [Hook] [Concrete Cee / Brother Gil] All night long (I'm plotting on the next score) All night long (I want the gold and the swords) All night long There is nothing too sacred Like a magpie, if it shines, we'll take it!