Skeme Team - The Hijackers lyrics

[Intro: Sample from The Hi-Jackers (1963)] [?]: Hey, how am I supposed to see what you've been... [?], what do you want? [?]: I'm taking your train [?]: Panel 123 to Command Center [?]: Do you read me? You ready to take down our orders to the [?] now? [?]: I'm listening, you animal. What do you want? [?]: Do you have your pen? [?]: Go on, for Pete's sake [?]: To begin with, it's important that you understand three things: one, Panel 123 is completely within our control; two, we're all armed with automatic weapons; three, we have no scruples whatsoever about k**ing. Do you understand me so far? [?]: Oh, I understand you fine, you lunatic. You'll never get away with this, you know? [?]: Please inform the mayor that we demand one millions dollars cash to the release of the car and all the hostages [?] [?]: That'll be the day [?]: The time is now 2:13 and the money must be in our hands not later than 3:13, one hour from now. Now, if the money is not in our hands, we'll k** one hostage for every minute [?] [Hook: Block McCloud] We want one million dollars or we'll blow this train off these live tracks Hip hop has been hijacked We'll k** one wack MC an hour ‘til our demands are met Honest, this is not a threat. It's a promise One million dollars or we'll blow this train off these live tracks Hip hop has been hijacked We'll k** one wack MC an hour ‘til our demands are met Honest, this is not a threat. It's a promise [Verse 1: Block McCloud] I was poor before. I don't wanna be poor no more So I bought a .44 from shorty at the corner store This n***a Achmed, who's a hothead, but got lead up in his pop's shed Shot dead a cop ‘cause the cop said he ain't stopped on the red I once bought a Gatorade and eight grenades, a magnum A pack of gum. Bought my girl, tampons and a handgun The plan, son: take rap for ransom like the rich kid's grandson Making a phantom if they don't pay the damn sum Got bombs everywhere. You best beware, be sure you check your floors C4 on the second floor [towel rack and saw?] Metaphors are gatting your body, make your organs explode Torture your soul, stab you with a fork in the road Get it on for fortune and gold. One million dollars Gives me corporate control and just enough to orbit the globe I'm sick of being stuck in this roach-infested hellhole So when the bell tolls at 12, I want to raise the d**h toll [Hook: Block McCloud] We want one million dollars or we'll blow this train off these live tracks Hip hop has been hijacked We'll k** one wack MC an hour ‘til our demands are met Honest, this is not a threat. It's a promise One million dollars or we'll blow this train off these live tracks Hip hop has been hijacked We'll k** one wack MC an hour... [Verse 2: Block McCloud] You took too long I got no time to waste on the hook of this song We could all go out, blow sh** ‘til half of Brooklyn is gone Catch you all. Like Tribe said, you'll have to “Push It Along” I'll step on the train and wait ‘til every person be on board And once we in a tunnel, I go and pull the emergency cord I'll announce in my thick Spanish accent: Here's a brief bulletin Strapped with eight grenades, papo, I ain't afraid to pull a pin Asi que listen to my demands. Mama, I'll be specific Even when I get one million dollars, what's the difference Si no pay? [Pero, but?] why you did that? Foolish men Before I die, I'll take this rapping puta's head and put my bullets in This hooligan's sick of struggling, juggling jobs and bubbling Hustling pimp [?] all the trouble I'm in [Hook: Block McCloud] So I want one million dollars or we'll blow this train off these live tracks Hip hop has been hijacked We'll k** one wack MC an hour ‘til our demands are met Honest, this is not a threat. It's a promise One million dollars or we'll blow this train off these live tracks Hip hop has been hijacked We'll k** one wack MC an hour ‘til our demands are met Honest, this is not a threat. It's a promise [Verse 3: Block McCloud] Once I get my million dollars, I'ma take it and run Hit the place where I'm from, Puerto Rico, bake in the sun Find a Spanish hottie, mami chula, naked and young Shaking her bun, taking my tongue, jiggle, making her cum These motherf**ers ain't made the deadline Thought I was kidding. Either way, I'm gonna see some Fed time So I have no reservations and splattering hella brains On this terror train, I want my money and my aeroplane Well, somebody's mommy's gonna be “Singing the Blues” like Etta James Bury your dead remains, feeling aches that Mary Jane cannot alleviate Can't deviate from my master plan Should have gave me the record deal when y'all had the chance