The Disappearance
(La Música de Harry Fraud)
"Late in the afternoon last Wednesday
Jimmy Hoffa pulled out of the driveway of his mother's home
By Lake Oregon and headed South for Detroit
Two men later told police that they had seen and casually greeted Hoffa
In this restaurant parking lot between 1:30 and 2:30, Wednesday
No on apparently has seen him since"
Uh, been around
Hoffa, yeah
Niggas ask me what's up with the music, shit I been actin' (actin')
Lately my clothes been vintage, not into the latest fashion (nah)
Feel I could breathe again, not related to Toni Braxton (right)
And I still get the chills from the thoughts of my homies laughin'
Outran this tragedy and got back to my pen and pad (right back)
Most the feelings I felt for the industry, I got past 'em (fuck 'em)
Bunch of niggas that came out before me, feel like I lapped 'em (damn)
Lebron James, these niggas Bronson like Action (my nigga)
My attitude was passive before I opened the package (uh)
Fiend in the living room high, noddin' to Gladys
I seen roaches fold on the toaster before the bread rise (facts)
Funny I'm alive but I'm only concerned with dead guys (dead)
Fed time, always avoided it, since my teen years
Surrounded by stand up men, a rat won't be seen here (not one)
Summertime in Harlem, I'm sippin' Clicq' on beach chair
Plates only for family, makin' it hard to eat here (hard)
For three years, dealt with the hate from niggas that I love
Two options when in the trenches sell or you buy drugs
Convinced me you had ill intentions, found out it's not love (nah)
Added bakin' soda and a double, call it potluck
This the life we livin' (livin')
Sendin' flicks to homies in prison (my niggas)
Those SI's them ain't VVS's, they see the difference (mob)
LaGuardia just landed to get waffles from Dirty Kitchen
I'm vibin' to some classic shit I ain't heard in a minute (nah)
I ain't served in a minute, ain't hand to hand in some years (not me)
And my aim was just a bid, it's Cartier and chandelier
I never ducked a fade, on anything, let's meet up in the square (right now)
Newport's is clickin', fresh up out the book and sellin' squares (facts)
Made dreams outta nightmares, I woke up
Nigga tried to swing and he got broke up
I won't smoke if it ain't Jokes Up
I walk through the fire, eyes wired, like I'm coke'd up
Never powdered my nose up, game, I was tryna soak up
Listenin' to legends that did it, when it was real out (real out)
They comfortable in prison, so ain't no tellin' 'em, "Chill out" (you okay?)
Cut the chef a cheque before he even brought the meal out
Make the Reggie, smell like exotic, brought orange peels out
Peel out, Hellcats speedin', I'm knockin' super cat
Died for bein' the witness, you ain't had nothin' to do with that (boom, boom, boom)
East and Harry Fraud, they scared to sleep, that Freddy Krueger rap (uh)
Before I blew, I blew a stack on baggy's and the newest strap
Hoffa