Who Killed the MC?
Who killed the MC?
There he lay, splayed on the street
Chalk outlined mic and fist
A broken clock reads four past nine
Tatters of a golden thread left at the scene
Who gained from his silence?
Streets alive with revelation
Anarchic fire in the air
They’re coming for us with their rhymes
Gentlemen this isn’t what we had in mind
What will happen now he’s dead?
Yacht-and-champagne fantasies
Cheap factory beats repeat repeat
A few mad prophets rise and fade
Suburbia falls back to sleep
Who killed the MC?
A hot tub forged conspiracy
June 23, 2025
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