Текст песни Gangsta Shit - Postmodern Picard

Roll up on my opponents in my '64 imapala
Better to have that than a fucking dollar
In my pocket, only money to bet with, holla
I ain't a gangsta but I'm trying, white collar
Crime baby, that's what I'm about
Yeah I said it like No Doubt
Steal your crypto and make you fall down
From how much you lost in the market, clown
Real gangsta shit
Time to take a dab, will you take the hit?
Or will you just high tail it and split?
I wear a flattop and glasses, that's my fit
I'm on that gangsta shit
Ever since I was a kid I just wanted to be a villain
But know that I'm older, I'm just chilling
The most drama i get is other people tea spilling
And that's okay with me, I aim to please
Know that i have a couple tricks up my sleeve
If tech was gangsta I'd be rising to the top
Like cream, it's a dream but i wanna be on top

Of the proverbial food chain, dish out some pain
Beat people up like my name was Bruce Wayne
Gangsta shit
It's a shame that you're lame but I got that made in spades
Gangsta shit
Yeah I'm not a gangsta but I got that
Gangsta shit
I don't own a gat but I got that
Gangsta shit
When i'm on the mic I turn into a gangsta, shit
My invisible 36" chain proves that, bitch

I got that by going to an RTJ show, and
You know what I decided? Sci-fi is the new gangsta
Let's take a second and find the prankster
And take all his stuff, including his blaster
I'm a twenty second century gansgta
That means I'm a high tech playa
I wear a mask, I got a jet pack
I'm a bounty hunter, that's my style, hustler
On the streets, I sell whatever tech you need
Let's celebrate with a little bit of mead
Cause the job I did is complete
And it wasn't a feat of strength that got the job done
But I won and won a ton of loot, hun
I ain't doing it for fun but a gun
Or a blaster in this case
Cause in the case is the fastest one
I call it chex mix cause it satisfies every craving
And i'm aging like a fine wine, no saving
Me for dessert, I'll prepare you a last meal
So kneel before me or face my wrath and my heel

Cause I'm on that twenty second century gangsta shit
You better fear me and fucking split
When I walk into the room, or just spit
In your general direction, gangsta shit
I got those cybernetic implants
I can see for miles and hear all the rants
Down the street, keep up with the latest gossip
Find my next target then off him quick
I'm on that twenty second century gangsta shit