Rhyme Writer Crime Fighter

You know? When I ain't spittin' I'm out fightin' crime Cause I'm bad like that, uh [Verse 1] Caped crusader Stay souped with lasers A gray deuce-deuce that I used to blaze I slayed spooked troops in my youthful days And flew away in the Spruce Goose, ruthless ways Now you could say my style was aloof but hey I gotta stay elusive And that's why I moonlight as a producer, slash rapper Slash ass-kicker, ridiculous rat bastards Face down on the gravel, have gun will travel Out the blue steel barrel, get ya crew killed Harold from Peru filled the streets with pills for weeks Had his operation based in Brazilian suites Women swimmin' in counterfeit bills with grills for teeth And had a half a mil' concealed beneath Building B Ugh...received word they on the block I got the call on my two-way radio watch It was a Tuesday, shoes laced, gazed at my clock Hope I can ruin their clientele in time to catch Seinfeld Crime prevails daily, it's a hundred fanatics That's why my hip's equipped with guns and gadgets That's why my lip is stiff, no one can match it That's why I dip whenever the sun comes, had it With Harold and his shenanigans, everyone's frantic When they peep the piece and the heat I brandish Shut 'em down son, took 'em to police then vanished I made it home but I just missed Costanza's antics, dammit! Such a job is selfless But the mayor feeds me eggs, corn cobs and shellfish Rebellious for the hell of it, villains audacious I'm still in my spaceship, I know that I can fly with my cape But that's some lame shit, I'm cooler than that Preservin' justice, just show me where the hooligans at And this is my hooligan r-r-r-rap [Danny! talking] And you know they don't give a brotha no superpowers So I gotta keep more gats than a Papoose verse You feel me? [Chorus: *scratches by Danny!*] - 2X "D-D-D. Swain..." - Danny! "...r-r-rhyme Writer..." - Street Life "The best...best...the best looking crime fighter..." - Will Smith [Verse 2] In the daytime he's meek and mild-mannered But the D. Swainmobile is sleek and piled with hammers I got a slick pistol that I nicknamed Crystal Her thick frame bristles when I exchange missiles For some quick pain, whistle at her, see if she don't snub you I keep the broad around but I don't ever say "I love you" I stay between gats and my laser beam hats George Bush the button to thwart a crook, it's nothin' I got a fly chick as a sidekick Always on her Sidekick, tryin to find some Jordan-signed kicks I try to give her leeway; lost my utility belt Assed-out for three days, she copped a new one from eBay Heesheeeay! Blowticious, villains so vicious Mutated goldfishes, magicians and old witches, and Islamic crooks with atomic hooks I done battled all of these cats, and still ain't no comic book! Look! ("we don't believe you!") I know you hear my flows and doubt it Don't believe me? Ask Edna Mode, she's the broad that sews my outfits The sensational, back is the +Incredible+ D. Swain the Vigilante, back-handin' criminals ..but don't tell nobody [Chorus]