Jimmy Poindexter - Pursuit of the Unknown Lyrics

Late at night I'm cruisin' through the city for a vibe
Where the freaks come out, I'm suited up like Shaft up in his prime
Hear him whisperin', the streets is talkin', alleys full of lies
Pimps and prostitutes, we all just tryin' to get a piece of pie
Junkies in the hood, chokin' and smokin' on glass dicks
That's it, I'm shakin' niggas down, I'm pattin' on they sides
Every brick a crime, every corner deal, I'm movin' with the stealth
Of post-plastic surgery operatives, I'ma hop offline and be cool in real life
I'm sendin' shivers down these niggas' spines when I'm on real mic
That shit just help me heal like The Rock, 2003
I'm Hollywood, let's make a deal
I deliver you the truth, you deliver me a mill
Several mouths to feed, no time to be on yours
Gainin' clout from memes
They tryin' to give out reads, It's givin' left on seen
I left the scene some years ago
And I got the receipts, "Gnarly" brought me peace
But not enough, I'm in these Ghetto streets
Lookin' for the beef, I can see the grief
Tried to help them heal, tears up on they cheeks
This industry ain't for the weak, I give em' more to see
I gotta crack the case and catch the cracker killin' all our dreams
Might have to cuff myself, I'm feelin' sexy, when I kill these
Wait, I think I found a clue on it
Nah, I think I found some blue hunnids
Nah, let me get my magnifying glass I hear voices from the past
In the city of the angels, where the truth is in a mask uh

Where he at? Where he at
Where this motherf*cker at, dawg
Where he at? Where he at? Where he at
Where this motherf*cker at, dawg

If I was gonna catch this punk, I had to get down to my roots
Back to the basics
Just like in the suburbs, you might hear and see a few things
You can never get anywhere else
They sound a little something like this

I come from that Section 8 housing
And that waitlist got hundreds and thousands
"Don't be claiming my son as dependent
If you f*ck up my EBT, I'ma go BET
Black out and make an announcement"
"I'm a blackout like Robert Townsend"
I just upped the score, my film got more
My mother-in-law, my accountant
I got a little sister, bro
I'm dropping the crumbs, she follow my lead
I discover the clues and open new doors
So I can't be sipping on lean
My head on a swivel, I'm keeping it civil
Got people depending on me
The unknown is greatness, that's what I'm pursuing
So why are you hatin' on me
I gotta go beat up the block
Cause I found fingerprints on a bottle of Wock
I checked out the DNA, there's some nigger in there
I'm punching the clock
Bright and early in the morning
One hand on my glock, I knock, knock, knock
He rubbing his eyes, he open the door
I'm hoping that we can talk.. he like

Good morning, sir
Can I help you, sir
May I speak to you about the murder of Mr. Coolidge
I don't know nothing about that, goodbye
That's not what I asked
You're gonna tell me everything you know, punk

Everyone's a suspect
Gotta make the dots connect
The wrong move can bring a sudden death
But Jim Jameson ain't lost his hope or lost a step
He ain't lost it yet
Don't.. look behind you
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