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Part One of the story of the Alphabet Assassin. Action Sequence Interlude..

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[Cmd. James Prince]
I found where the hell this “New Millennium Man” is at. I want you fuckers to kick his ass right the fuck now!

[RoQy TyRaiD]
The bounty on you average joe’s been handed. [Cmd. James Prince] Here’s the pamphlet!/
Comin’ for your cabbage like I’m standing on a grassy knoll in Dallas/
The afternoon when Jackie O was frantic [Cmd. James Prince] Now vanish!/
My talent is a tactical advantage. Brand him/
[Cmd. James Prince] The San Diego, California Maverick/
The Alphabet Assassin, from Alpharetta to Athens/
[RoQy TyRaiD] Alexandria, Alabama, Amrillo, to Aspens/
In a mansion, with a latin, with Apollonia’s assets/
With a Colombian accent, folded over the mattress that’s when/
A canister crashed through the window landed on a pillow, smoke billowed/
Choking, noticed beeping at an increasing lower tempo/
I grabbed shorty and jumped clear of the explosion (GET LOW!)/
The concussive destruction shoved me down the hallway/
Knocked me over the railing on top a piano, yet nothing impaled me/
I felt blessed but still undressed. Looked up and saw a silhouette/
I heard a scream, a shot, and [Cmd. James Prince] “Your Next!”/
[RoQy TyRaiD] Seems the hunter has become hunted, one hundred cold blooded assassins/
Surrounded the residence, my challengers impotent/
What they started, I’m undoubtedly finishin’ /
They started rappelling down in the premises/
“You cowards are feminine!” I venomously taunted/
As machine guns riddled and cases littered the carpet/
I used the kitchen island for a shield until I feel the clip’s exhausted/
Then with caution, I retrieve my desert eagle from the cabinent/
Palmed it, cocked the slider and fired back/
One. Two. Three. Four guys expired flat/
The others ducked for cover, started hiding fast, their entire attires black/
Faces behind bio masks in order to survive the gas/
Despise firearms, only relied upon when I’m in dire harm/
I lit a match under the fire alarm/
Nozzles spraying water like a violent storm/
Light fixtures flicking off and on in the quiet hall/
One guy one guy jumped behind the wall and cover fired so his squad could attack/
I dodged, jumped, shot and put a hydroshock through his mask/
He obviously passed, I’m honestly trapped/
More are getting through the entrances I leave fast. I move with purpose/
Renewed with courage, removed the tool hidden beneath maroonish curtains/
A beaucoup ginsu and resumed to lurkin/
From the show I commence the pain, I dismember frames/
Coup de grace slash, blood splash on the window frame/
I wash blade in the artificial rain/
From the yard I heard “charge” from the brigade/
Tried blocking my escape by shining flood lights down on my estate/
Into the house, through the couches, rifle rounds, penetrate/
Dodging bullets, I slid to the northwest pillar and put my hands against it/
Retinal scanner, a secret command was whispered/
*Acknowledged* The silent self-destruction secret timer reading t-minus three minutes and declining/
I’m out this/
A panel opened exposing a human-sized capsule/
I stepped inside it and it closed after/
Blasted the escape container through the tunnel below/
Blood rushing to my brain (wooaah!), stomach in throat /
Light streak by the pneumatic tube I’m trapped in/
Emerged in a cavern under the mansion they sackin/
Minute thirty seconds until detonation/
I grab my gear and jumped in the cockpit of a jet awaiting/
I start my engine, never mind a check/
The afterburner shot my down the fighter deck to compensate for time that’s left/
Secret entrance opened, I flew out of the whole/
Swat Kats style as the whole palace explodes (PEACE!) *Explosion*/
And all those in my home at that moment had died/
And those who were posted outside were too close to survive/
Survey the wreckage from my jet, as I pressed through the sky/
I know the person who wants me murdered but the question is—“why? “/

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from The Dichotomy of RoQy TyRaiD, released September 14, 2016
J. Raiford (BMI)

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ROQY TYRAiD has a uncompromising sound which is deeply rooted in the 90s heyday of unadulterated hip hop but with a contemporary flavor. Those who are blessed with the opportunity to hear this man’s unique mixture of wordplay, wittiness, originality, brazen yet smooth delivery, controversial subject matter, and charisma will proclaim him DOPE without a shadow of doubt ! ... more

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