Danny - Rhyme Writer Crime Fighter lyrics

You know?

When I ain't spittin'

I'm out fightin' crime

'Cause I'm bad like that, uh

Caped crusader

Stay souped with lasers

A gray deuce-deuce that I used to blaze

I slayed spooked troops in my youthful days

And flew away in the Spruce Goose, ruthless ways

Now you could say my style was aloof but hey

I gotta stay elusive

And that's why I moonlight as a producer, slash rapper

Slash ass-kicker, ridiculous rat bastards

Face down on the gravel, have gun will travel

Out the blue steel barrel, get ya crew killed

Harold from Peru filled the streets with pills for weeks

Had his operation based in Brazilian suites

Women swimmin' in counterfeit bills with grills for teeth

And had a half a mil' concealed beneath Building B

Ugh...received word they on the block

I got the call on my two-way radio watch

It was a Tuesday, shoes laced, gazed at my clock

Hope I can ruin their clientele in time to catch Seinfeld

Crime prevails daily, it's a hundred fanatics

That's why my hip's equipped with guns and gadgets

That's why my lip is stiff, no one can match it

That's why I dip whenever the sun comes, had it

With Harold and his shenanigans, everyone's frantic

When they peep the piece and the heat I brandish

Shut 'em down son, took 'em to police then vanished

I made it home but I just missed Costanza's antics, dammit!

Such a job is selfless

But the mayor feeds me eggs, corn cobs and shellfish

Rebellious for the hell of it, villains audacious

I'm still in my spaceship, I know that I can fly with my cape

But that's some lame shit, I'm cooler than that

Preservin' justice, just show me where the hooligans at

And this is my hooligan r-r-r-rap

And you know they don't give a brotha no superpowers

So I gotta keep more gats than a Papoose verse

You feel me?

In the daytime he's meek and mild-mannered

But the D. Swainmobile is sleek and piled with hammers

I got a slick pistol that I nicknamed Crystal

Her thick frame bristles when I exchange missiles

For some quick pain, whistle at her, see if she don't snub you

I keep the broad around but I don't ever say "I love you"

I stay between gats and my laser beam hats

George Bush the button to thwart a crook, it's nothin'

I got a fly chick as a sidekick

Always on her Sidekick, tryin to find some Jordan-signed kicks

I try to give her leeway; lost my utility belt

Assed-out for three days, she copped a new one from eBay

Heesheeeay! Blowticious, villains so vicious

Mutated goldfishes, magicians and old witches, and

Islamic crooks with atomic hooks

I done battled all of these cats, and still ain't no comic book!

Look! ("we don't believe you!") I know you hear my flows and doubt it

Don't believe me? Ask Edna Mode, she's the broad that sews my outfits

The sensational, back is the +Incredible+

D. Swain the Vigilante, back-handin' criminals

..but don't tell nobody