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Staring at that vehicle, my hands begin to shake, and travel up my arms, my shoulders tense and then they quake,
I see Rich watchin Nate and won'drin what he gonna do, but I've known Nate for way too long, I tell him "Bruh be cool,
we need him if for nuthin else to find out what's the deal, and navigate these waters filled with sharks and slipp'ry eel,
now listen to me closely Rich and tell us what it is, or Nate'll pull the trig to split ya wig and you won't live."
I see his gears start turning, I'm observant, that's my style, he's pon'drin if he'll live through tryin to drop a dime on Sal,
the mitigating factor is we're here and Sal is not, Rich knows this and begins to talk before his cabbage pops,
"Remember Uncle Ben who used to swig that gin and henn? And roll up to the gamblin house to win with just a fin?
That place was always known as a hellacious den of sin, your uncle was the owner and that sinned to win!
He set your father up because of jealousy and hate, those feelings I'm afraid are what most surely sealed his fate,
your uncle also feared potential power he'd attain, he set him up to get them hollows showered on his brain.
My Pops performed the hit but see ya Uncle Sal aint sh!t, he had my father hit, his throat slit ragged like it zipped,
I held onto the car cause I knew one day I'd need proof, I'm at your side to ride my , NOW you know the truth!"
With Rich's inner knowledge of my uncle's master plans, we started from the bottom up by offin all his mans,
that ran the diff'rent spots he owned within the city walls, we took the fight to Hill Street right across from City Hall.
His main man Monty ran the club that used to be The Mint, he beat on women senseless but he thought himself a gent,
he used to see Nate's sister back in 2K5 I think, and beat her up so bad one time her eyes could barely blink.
No need for motivation when the motives are revenge, Nate slit his throat so deep it hung by inches of the skin,
when playing in this game you peep how twisted n!ggas think, the body left in bed, the head inside the kitchen sink.
It went on like that daily, ev'ryone was gittin some, we stayed intoxicated, faded off the reddest rum,
a year of bloody murder, all of us, we had to bust, me Nate and Rich arranging made Sal come after us.
We crewed with all his enemies and took it to the street, with all of us at peak to eat the food of Sal's defeat,
then Pop rolled up one morning with a gang of 20 strong, they all were bearing arms like it was middle summer warm.
The shots began to fire adding light to morning dawn, the symphony of war, an orchestrated morning song,
I saw a slug hit Rich and scramble his unknowing dome, his lifeless eyes were clear, I'm kinda sad to see he's gone.
The scene was like a movie but the blood was all too real, we stood amongst the open lettin off with balls of steel,
alot of soldiers died that day but Nate and I were left, we shook the spot with Pop inhaling bullets through his chest.
Nate came to me a few weeks later, eyes bugged out his head, he knew the place where Sal did lay his head and bake that bread,
he stayed out there alone since we were gunnin for his throne, to have this city sewn we'll git him gone, let's git it on!
We crept up through the building using shadows as disguise, and kicked the door right into Unit 32869, we caught Sal with his pants down laying into some young freak, I go to raise my heat and feel a bullet pierce my cheek.
I hear Nate laugh with Sal about my imminent demise, I then feel 8 more slugs impale my neck and chip my spine,
and on that floor is where I died, the late great Corey Wells, now pass these words along which is the story that I tell.
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The Cunning Linguist
