Smokescreen

Citizen King

on the run like a bandit i'm on the loose



now you eat the dust and you taste the



puppy chow this ain't no standstill hold



up captain crunch a desperado i take you



out to lunch i'll gank your milk money



honey it's a royal treatment no tracks out



back in the wet cement a broke tooth



and a phone booth and a change of



clothes 'cause everyone knows i get



mean in the smoke screen half time going



on the crime scene operation down low



you call your hero but like sweetback i



got no afro i'm coming dark creepin' in



your alley watch your eyes as i make a



quick getaway gonna trap me slingshot



happy spider web window with a fatal



blow