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letra de bounty hunter - paul frazer

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[verse 1: concrete cee](brother gil)
they wanna know “who shot first?”
better ask the crook now laying in the dirt
the patrons gazed for a second, returned
to the drinks, it’s a dive bar, like what did you think?

he pulled change from his coat, left a tip on the table
and bounced, mumbling (chumps never wanna pay you)
2 at night in nar shaddaa, a century removed
from when it was vongformed, in the lower cities

the dark side of the force has taken hold again
men in black robes control the trade
the smugglers pay a tax to do business
and if not, a gorm-worm will do its due diligence

the man who just left the bar’s a bounty hunter
not related to the famous, most dangerous kamino native
you need five figures to get in his good graces
and even then, it’s not a given, he’ll say sh-t

to him, it’s just another paid hit

[chorus 2x: brother gil]
45 was the number we agreed upon
the deed is done, meet you at the fleeting song
you’ll recognize me by the instak!ll-pistol
on the hip, so you know that i’m equipped for the bullsh-t

come alone, or you won’t come home
not that you have kids, but if, they’ll be b-st-rds
before i blast them, shortly after
if you’re short with the cash, my man, that’s your -ss

[verse 2: concrete cee](brother gil)
grey skies, like eternal night
buildings stretch like polymer chains, the air if bottled up
would k!ll an average man from coruscant
they all wear masks, that turn dioxides to oxygen

leftover matter’s exhausted
the swell in the pants is an extra cartridge
all doors to residents’ homes scan for portraits
of known criminals who slipped thru unnoticed

drones populate the air, if not gliders
here and there you can spot some remodeled tie fighters
the k!ller slips in the speeder, to meet the man
who now owes him 45 grand, not much

but enough to bribe authority and get a clearance
for the docks granted, make it back to a hamlet
on vjun, get a tune-up for his cannon, resume doing damage
for the hutts, there is no such thing as bad business

parks the speeder, doors lift up
the bith are heard playing in the back faintly
a security scan locks the blaster to safety
but the finger print id on the trigger has the master key

so, there he sits with his goons
thought he told him come alone, it’s gon’ be a murder soon
he can feel it, the rodian dealer he k!lled, was small time
he wondered why the price was so high, ran a background check

found nothing but loose ties to slavers
czerka arms traders, nothing uncommon or major
the debtor motions to his goons but they notice the man and leave
so he draws his gun to squeeze, but drops to his knees

instead and falls flat on his face
blue smoke from the barrel, another debt is paid
there’s the tinkling of the coins on the table
and the last words heard “chumps never wanna pay you”

[chorus 2x: brother gil]
45 was the number we agreed upon
the deed was done, see you at the fleeting song
thought i told you, come alone, or you won’t come home
now you got a steaming hole in your dome

see, cause the cash was short, it’s your -ss i caught
i made sure to hack your account, as last resort
since you’re dead, your bread is all mine
i left 30 credits behind, reminder for the next time

- paul frazer

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