The Stone Cold Criminal

He changes diguises and identities To throw surprises at his enemies He is visibly invisible In that his inconspicuousness is critical forced to keep eye contact minimal Enter the stone cold criminal With seasoned vets mentals The path he walks you limp to The ones he stalks would pimp you The rats he chalks on the avenue Many battlewounds Their masked behind his three piece suit with burberry shoes With a paper in tow like he's hip to the news If only they knew he got them ill street blues Always contemplatin pullin his trey eight soon When the air is thick gun smoke clouds the moon This cat is hellbent On having his remains artistically displayed on the pavement Or lookin forward to his future indictment When checkin the hindsight he couldnt tell you where his life went Exchanged freedom for striped raiment commisary's his excitement