Fallen Angel
Yo Duke you're dead wrong
You'll never have the skills like mine
I write the ill type rhymes
Now I'm reaching my prime
360 dunk in your face
You can't compete you're just a basketcase
Let's separate the men from the boys
And put your money where your mouth is
No time for toys
Your game is weak get it so don't sleep
Cuz I'll be checking and wrecking ya
When I start to creep
Through the backdoor
I know I caught you out there
You got no clout here
And I doubt there
Is anyway that you can stop the beatdown
You better
Strip
I'm the dandy highwayman who you're too scared to mention
I spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention
The devil take your stereo and your record collection
The way you look you'll qualify for next year's old age pension
Stand and Deliver your money or your life
Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife
I'm the dandy highwayman so sick of easy fashion
The clumsy boots, peek-a-boo roots that people think so dashing
So what's the point of robbery when nothing is worth taking ?
It's kind of tough to tell a scruff the big mistake he's making
Stand and Deliver your money or your life
Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife
And even though you fool your soul
Your conscience will be mine
All mine
We're the dandy highwayman so tired of excuses
Of deep meaning philosophies where only showbiz loses
We're the dandy highwayman and here's our invitation
"Throw your safety overboard and join our insect nation"
Stand and Deliver your money or your life
Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife
And even though you fool your soul
Your conscience will be mine
All mine
Da diddley qua qua da diddley qua qua
Da diddley qua qua da diddley qua qua
Stand and Deliver your money or your life
Stand and Deliver your money or your life