[I: Detroit Leprechaun:]
Tick, tock, dark thirty, the clock summons the block
Smoke funneled, now comes around in the name of honor
Yes, your honor, scaled to clams open with pearls
The father's nature unfurled, bacon on the mast
Choppers blast scams on speed dial, a b-lined trance
Hurry with the chairs, take no chance, do not allow the enemy to advance
Keep the lights dim until the d**h of us
A vice to come to grips against a wretched bust
Tag'em and bag'em, rush home, where peace's condoned
The bell rings at 7, 19 go bye, then freedom in 11
The ears have been at it since putting toys up in the attic
Obsessed with how many lashes would be batted if something drastic…
Vests are pa**ed out, the heartthrobs employed
A pledged ascent halts envoys, sympathetic to the madness
A bull entered a china shop touting a need for help
A finger and a thumb holding hostages to melt
[II: pajuxy:]
Keep the vests and you know Shawn brought a gun this time
So that's an AK-47, a revolver, and a nine
An HK-416 and a Cobra Assault Cannon
Incarnations of Leviathan swimming with salmon
Kids with guns, knowledged in their guerrilla tactics
They shoot when they need to, but don't consider it practice
The kid and his culprits motivated by abuse and they were never nervous
Hostages thinking of their lives and what they did to deserve this
Troops and coppers around the area questioning murder or justice
Mom & Dad watching it all on TV talking about "My eyes can't trust this"
Clock strike 16 after 5, forget an after-school program
Soon it goes and yells on both sides of the gymnasium of slow jams
Sneak into the back hallway, hostages taken to the library
Pre-made furniture barricade so the targets ain't primary
Continuous shootout, 30 minutes pa** by
11 soldiers in a pool of blood cause they couldn't duck
Same number hostages outside getting pushed into a truck
They pondering how could they all have survived?
He felt alive, that's when the police chase sprung into action
Crash, burns, sharp turns and shooting at tires
Got away, worried about when the FD gonna put out the fires
23 minutes pa** by, the sun is hovering over the horizon, enlightened
They hit the highway and made it to where the hoodlums hibernate
Led out the hostages, guns got them walking, it was kinda late
They entered into Noah's residence
Him and Shawn been planning this for a year
The boys chained to the chairs, and tied up women in tears
Noah was 26, and Shawn, a humble 17
Wanted to end their crying but their efforts were Visine
Turned on the television, the hostage truck reported
"Exploded in a deserted location"
Random act of violence, cry for help, or a revolutionary vocation
Noah was very fitting, he housed animals, 6:11 ratio
s**ed the kids out the system, like a terrorism fel**tio
Closing time, before he slept he wondered if his third eye was blind
Everyone woke up in the morning with a double-sided state of mind
[III: D'shon:]
3:57, the bullet punches in his time at work
He's early to the cubicle of which he does full effort
He know all parameters and risks working the business
When he is called upon by his boss to complete a mission
The structure of the world can fall apart at his say-so
To k**ed or be k**ed one of the reasons he was made for
At the end of his life span he sheds his case
Leaving behind the evidence of his objective
It's not that he wants to k** or cause injury
But the different bosses he works for decide his actions
His goals always manipulated by other's whims