The Notebook of Sherlock Holmes
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As I grab the syringe from my drawer
Sit back in the armchair,cocaine galore
What more can a man ask for
As I hear the opening of the back door
I toss the syringe down on the floor
Dr Watson says this like the 100 times before
'Cocaine again, Holmes?'
'Oh hush it Watson it's for my bones'
We go back to work after a few exchanged glares
I go to sleep and go back to my nightmares
I was walking down the crime scene,high
Someone paying the king a coin to turn a blind eye
I was confused, I saw vinegar flies
They were hovering over the lifeless body
Which means that the victim was a cook
The stabs were in the rib,which means the killer was a crook
Unprofessional killing means his hand was shook
A petty thief, who could it be?
Could it be anyone of the Phoenix Tree?
A group of bastards and lowlifes
Leaving nobles with no life,no wife
No money, take their jewelry
Suddenly everything started shaking and was getting blurry
Watson was waking me, I must have been dreaming
That was some case, it would make a fine reading
Another addition in the fine psalmbook
In Sherlock Holmes' Notebeook
Three Stories (Pay Homage)
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A young rapper wanting to make his name known
Spittin knowledge on the corner everybody's mind blown
Teaching his own about their home
A gift is bestown upon young MC Loan
Until he began doing that thing in the vein
The pain is to hard to explain, he contained
The brain of the top MC in the game
But fucked up over some H and cocaine
His name was quickly gone in vain
His mind is slow, in the pits of hell he's thrown
So in hell he roams, trying to come clean
And every time he reaches out for that syringe
His whole life goes back under the bridge
A young X dealer by the name of Chill
No money to eat so he earned his by pill
Everybody knew his hustle and he kept it real
No fancy jewelry nor fancy fast cars
"That shit would only get me behind bars
Cops always on the ones with cash
I wanna be the one who has the last laugh"
He would beat up those who were late with payment
His home was the hot dry pavement
He made every single arrangement
Chill had connections all around the city
When he's on the job,he's Mr. Incogniti
Life was pretty everything was flare
He had his best homies that were always there
Smoking L by his side,watching his back
Until one day a bitch-ass named Quack
Everybody knew he was a rat on crack
So one day he snitches Chill to the local cop Ted
Ted brings the feds,they loot his meds
And pop few in his head... his fate has been read
Funny how in the dope game you always wind up dead
Whether you're a junkie or a dealer
It has always been known that drugs is a killer
An officer in the precinct, Sgt Miller
Out on a manhunt after some cop killers
8 nasty dudes rolling independently
His job just wasn't meant to be
A pen to me represents making of history
A gun to them represented this glory
Killing innocent officers who wanna do some good
Don't talk about it in the hood cause that would be rude
The sarge caught one dude in the nude with his bitch
Beat him up all night, it was a solo-lynch
The second one was on the corner dealing the weed
Beat him up all night, got all the answers he need
Put this one in jail, Sarge was derailed
Three of them were running and failed
Three remaining heard the news and bailed
Sgt Miller's purpose still wasn't fulfilled
The number of cop killers still isn't nilled
He went after them,across the whole country
The three found him,not the other way around
Three shots to the heart, Officer Down....
