all about crime" "One gun, two gun, three gun, four" [GangStarr 'Dwyck':] "So I can take the money, never have to run" [Verse 1:] It's been all about
swing, the clots to big, please sell off dreams, Hold all debut, we must pretend, show no teeth to all my friends, Let's make lies, and write all the
autumn breathing. Winter's curse is just around the bend. With our hands all tied, to the blades of their design. We are armed and ready to commit this crime
