Quantum BeBop from RACKET by KID MANIA

QUANTUM BEBOP

Suicide nightmares of yesteryear’s crime
And frankly my dear I don’t give a thin dime
Back pocket blackjack, shallow grave fink
It’s all just smoke with the morning’s drink

I always tell the truth even when I lie
It’s plain to see between the lines
When all your paper flows through war
Every day’s another score

Drop the hammer at full throttle
Asphalt glass smash absinthe bottle
He packs a nine beneath silk Armani
Ain’t no one call the Blue Note phony

Steakhouse chow down and Cuban cigars
Whisperin suits say he’s gone too far
Alien tech at a black market arms deal
Pinched a runner they knew would squeal

His mind is fryin like a scrambled egg
And his past bin sold off-planet bootleg
Already wanted for reality smugglin
No room for mistakes, no half-step stumblin

But hey, two can keep a secret if one is dead
They found the rat shot through the head
The Blue Note he don’t sweat no Terran cop
He got transdimensional scat…the quantum bebop

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