The Raid

[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? “/