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LA Symphony - Spanish Hawthorne
(from the album Composition No. 1)
© copyright 1999

(Just in, Pigeon John and Flynn Adam Atkins arrived to Los Angeles from a rather intriguing stay in Harlem, New York, only to find out that long-time friend Joey Lawrence had been man-napped during yesterday’s annual Los ? track meet. The authorities have yet to find any clues leading to where Joey Lawrence is, leaving the news of his disappearance altogether frightening.)

PIGEON JOHN:
Stepped out of the plane, in the sunshine rain/
Mind’s twisted and diluted in revenge and pain/
Why the heck they got to get my little Joey like that/
Don’t they know that LA Symphony ain’t keen on that/
I got the call up in the air from a voice real ill/
“Yo, we got Joey L and we want two mil”/
First shocked, the second wanted to ? rock/
Right up the ill cats from around the block/
Walk slow toward the exit in Terminal 6/
First thing I did was call Flynn to get things fixed/
(“They got Joe, round em up now)

FLYNN:
Pick up the phone, Pigeon John was freaked/
Speaking with stress tones a story I’m not believing/
Decided the crew would rendezvous in Fox Hills/
Wasn’t sure what to do for a few hot bills/
I call Coy to inform our situation/
He’s just silent for a second, then with hesitation/
(“Yo dog, we can’t let these fools stop the rotation”)
Said he’d call Irisumi and ask for donations/
Delegated bTwice as source for transportation/
Eternal forerunner, Fishermen with baseball bats/
Bound to crack some skulls to get Boateng back/
And add boxes we united with the counterfeit stash/
(“Dude, this money is fake.” “I know it’s fake.” “It is not gonna work.” “It’s gonna work. It’s gonna work!”

CHORUS:
We went to the East took that and now back/
Spanish Hawthorne is up on the map/
Why the heck they try to get my little Joey like that/
Don’t they know that LA Symphony ain’t keen on that/
We went to the East took that and now back/
Spanish Hawthorne/

PIGEON JOHN:
Dipped into the parking lot half past six/
Feeling sick to the stomach of what the future depicts/
Spotted my Symph niggies below the Macy’s sign/
Eyes bloodshot and cold, grim, keen, and refined/
Step out of my Wildcat, slow motion connect/
Shook hands traded the words out of the moment’s respect/
Not a smile in sight, sucking away from a fight/
Nodded to Flynn to lay out the plan for the night/

FLYNN:
Took the nod as a go, approached situation slow/
Said they have my man Joe in San Pedro/
Look past emotions then we got down to the plan/
Pigeon brought his briefcase and we layed hands/
(“Father God, please help us with the plan”)
I proceeded to inform the crew of all the specifics/
If we stick to the plans, the results will be terrific/
Passed out walkie-talkies and the water weapons/
Wouldn’t do a bit of damage, the Symph would just threaten/
UNO started fretting, Halieyoos second guessin/
(“Come on, yo, guys, give us a second”)
Swiftly stuffed the briefcase with Monopoly tender/
Spread Suey’s money over top and into the center/
We connected eye to eye, ready for all types of trouble/
Someone satisfied, we unified for a huddle/
(Ok, yo, ok, yo, break!)

CHORUS

PIGEON JOHN:
Took my ? niggies round up on the plan/
Nine fine niggies crammed in the back of the van/
20 minutes till we hit the crest of the South Bay/
Niggin, how we gonna trick them in time to get away/
No time for that, we got to get my little Joey/
They said they would cut off his ear if they smelled the police/
The closer we get, the anger replaces the fear/
Then we reached our destination at the end of Winthrop pier/
We hopped out smooth, tricked out, moved serene/
My right hand held the briefcase filled with fake green/
There they stood, four of them in black, obviously packing/
Joey was tied up and gagged, I felt like attacking/
The tall one spit quick, “Give us the dough, you’ll get Joe.”/
Man I contact my crew, under my breath, said, “Here we go”/

FLYNN:
Kenny D approached the four with stern sore faces/
The leader took briefcase and said, “Step back three paces.”/
He wasn’t letting Joey go, I know we could taste it/
Just then he pulled out pink bills from brief case bottom/
Soto went for his piece, but he had forgotten/
Pulled the trigger, only water was droppin/

PIGEON JOHN:
Slow motion, four men in black in unison/
Whipped their guns out, pointed randomly to do a sin/
I fell to the ground, then I heard the shot sounds scream/
Looked up, saw Joey L in his very last dream/
Seems fake, all the blood, all rabble, it’s a scadaddle/
Bullets spraying out in the open like cattle, B got raddled/

FLYNN:
I jumped under villains’ van, saw Jbeits crawling/
I turned my head around and witnessed bloody Stubby? bawling/
? ? ? ? to Most High, they were calling/
Another shot rang out and I saw Trendi M falling/

PIGEON JOHN:
Not my niggie, he’s my man, Doc Low? is on solo/
Caught each others eyes just before he got cold/
Six shorts away from the bullet spay/
Where UNO Mas at, yo we gotta go and get away/
Right, left, look scene look shook/
Just then I saw my man UNO Mas sock this one niggie with the hook/
Oh Yes! Then he got blown in his chest/
Just then I noticed a villain get in his Corvette/
And there go Flynn heading the same direction as me/
Yelling, “Coy’s dead!” Then I see all three/
Hop in the car and split, turned around to our dismay/
We see that Joey wasn’t dead, we caught him driving away/