Sergeant Stiletto

The scent of danger

takes me to the edge of panic

now I'm caught

in the plot

that was thought up

satanic like Mayo

-Dayo,

daylight comes and I wanna get home before I'm burnt by thesun.

I wanna be free in peace love and harmony,

but my veranda be vanishing like carbon see

check the scripture

a picture emerges now its shined

with the twelfth sign of the seventh sturgeons.

And the first is a sleeper

steeped in the force of the dark side

is striked but hold up hell horse.

And the source be above the law like Sir Gal.

The thought of their stare raised my hair like the dog.

Now he stalks where I walks

setting soldiers at the border

and hopes to catch Gueverra actin outta order.

And the fact is I was kidnapped

thrown in the back of the

unmarked van destination unknown

in league with the entry got an Oliver Stone.

We're starting revolutions

33 and 1/3,

you're mine now,

was all I heard.

In the jurisdiction marked of the prediction,

cuz the truth stranger than fiction

from the get go

the watcher said so

beware

Sgt. Stiletto.

J Gueverra takes the fifth to those who would drag me under

like coyote to roadrunner,

now the population faces incarceration

while select serpents reach

certain circles of illumination.

Looking over my shoulder,

I'm seeing shadows on the walls.

I'm turning pallid at the thoughts of the gallows.

Seven gables zooming for me cant neglect the connection,

Seven are the sides on the cross on the pendulum,

Stiletta, the name of the nemesis Gueverra,

I'm trapped in the labyrinth.

Assassins be passing me and I amongst their midst,

before my name is known I slip into the mist,

I exist

the Specialist

who persists

to vent the secret entrance I decipher the hieroglyphs

TADA the creek before reveals a door VOILA

and I emerge into the crypt.

In the jurisdiction marked of the prediction,

cuz the truth stranger than fiction

from the get go

the watcher said so

beware

Sgt. Stiletto.

Now I'm strapped to the rack and the terrors on,

God damn

I feel like the man from the marathon,

I gotta bust out or I'm Dustin like Hoffman

and I feel like the mino shit I'm lost.

The little keys unlock the mysteries unknown,

I roam these catacombs like Jones.

I float like a butterfly

see revenge like superfly

and I got high

be on like sky.

I'm making a date with the undertaker

as Stiletta sends me

out to meet my maker.

I charge that cigar that comes like Kool-Aid

and I bust through the wall like a Big Jim Slim.

You trip the switch and you fall through the trap,

your friends are falling in and you can't get em back,

there's a dragon underground you heard the bellow,

beware

Sgt. Stiletto.

In the jurisdiction marked of the prediction,

cuz the truth stranger than fiction

from the get go

the watcher said so

beware.