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(C Gruber/R Kitchens/T Leigh)

"Adventure. Heh. Excitement. Heh. A Jedi craves not these things. You are reckless."

"The Jedi are extinct. OOH. How ye like me now?"

GRUBI: Here we come now, we're Cap City Mob
Gonna kick them beats out 'til ya ear drums throb
Better bring your "A" game if ya wanna ball
If ya fuck with us then I go to war with y'all
Flow like a river, hit like a wave
Better grab a shovel and dig yourself grave
My guns are huge of an unknown caliber
Don't let ya lady loose or ya know I'm going out with her
I spit out rhymes and drop em like bombshells
My talent is no joke -- shit, that's easy to tell
The lyrical master leaves behind a disaster
With my truest creations coming faster and faster
Uh-oh, here we go again
Think you can fuck with me 'cause we could be friends?
You need a lesson in what loyalty means
Step back or I'll wax you like I was Mr Clean

"Told you I did. Reckless is he. Now, matters is woise."
"That boy was our last hope.
"No! There's anotha!"

T-JUICE: Like Mission Impossible, I'm on a quest
For beats and rhymes, you know I only accept the best
Like Rick Vaughn, I'm a Wild Thing
I'll make your heart sing with the craft that I bring
You can't touch this, like MC Hammer
I spit rhymes while other MCs stammer
I rock the joint with the Celtic flavor
Quality never wavers, so you know you can savor
Every drop of the Juice, my lyrical innovation
Is unlimited, boundless like my imagination
So smooth, laid back is my delivery
I'm honored and grateful that you came to consider me
The methods I engage are meant to rearrange
With the mic in my hand and my feet on the stage
I'm very proud of the position I defend
Touch my microphone, it's the beginning of the end

"Eh, you're gonna hand over Captain Solo and the wookiee to me, and if you're really lucky, I won't chop yer bollocks off with me lightsaber."

GRUBI: Call it the grand hustle, but we brought muscle
You coulda lived in peace, but you started this tussle
Ya shoulda been fine, but you started this fuss, so
Ya fucked up royally, that is if you must know
So glib and so dismissive, like my ex, ya so permissive
Trying to get by riding peppermint wishes
You instead could be trying to do like Chris is
But you aren't very smart and ya sure ain't ambitious
Oh hell, I fought the good fight, I sure as shit keep fightin'
While the jealousy's got a hold of 'em, they keep on bitin'
You think my beats are on fire, delivery is fine
You steal as much as you can, that proves ya know that shit is tryin'
My patience, on the stations, ya only get ahead with relations
You ain't using talent, just connections, what are ya facin'?
Start up with the Mob, it's a slippery slope
"Help us, Grubi-Wan, the Mob's our only hope!"

"I am wondering, why are you here?"
"I'm looking for someone."
"Looking? Found someone, you have, I would say, hmmm?"
"Right..."
"Help you I can. Yes, mmmm."
"I don't think so. I'm looking for a great warrior."
"Ohhh. Great warrior. Wars not make one great. Gosh!"

© 2007 Cap City Group