Hostage Situation
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By: James Patrick
By: James Patrick
Duration
5:24
Genres
Description
Hostage situation is a tale of a down-on-his-luck antagonist, (presumedly myself), who chooses to rob a bank to pay off a casino debt. I really wanted to tell the listeners a story with a beginning, middle, and end, and I'm very proud of the imagery of the lyrics. I wanted to capture the tone of the song with a more grungy, grimy instrumental, which is why I used mostly power chords and electric guitars.
Lyrics
Las Vegas every Saturday that’s my normal stilo Escaping from La And get away from corporate ego’s Spend entire salary Up in resort casino’s Playing some roulette Now I’m winning 40 c-notes Eating Bison steaks grubbing at a corner bistro Ready to get drunk ayo You know of course I’m listo on some Fear and Loathing shit I’ll blow a quarter kilo Then I couldn’t pay my bills my fucking ford was re-po’d so Now I’m into trouble cuz on four occasions I was sorta late with mortgage payments Coulda sworn I paid em’ now my damn apartment Is facing foreclosure but Still I’m holdin’ up The local Wachovia Had a simple disguise Glasses and a fake mustache Swayze in Point Break I rob in Reagan Masks Present day Jesse James that’s the name I’m labeled as Go into the safe and dash Cash inside a paper bag Looking through my mask I’m squinting my eyes narrow I rob banks easily Bonnie and Clyde Barrow I listen to my heart just how hard the beat is pumping ain’t no turning back ayo I gotta leave with something Faces on the ground Don’t fuck with these instructions don’t try to be a hero Money’s gonna be refunded Break into the safe And then I’m taking these boxes Then I’ll be unlocking All the safety deposits I have a driver waiting I’ll escape to Wisconsin over the border to a Canadian province I was thinking how I’m stopping the swat team I’m Hearing them marching As they were stomping the concrete getting calmer Thinking nonchalantly And I hear negotiators In my walkie talkie Talking nomenclature To hostage negotiators follow my demands I’m not waiting a moment later Those I’m holding hostage Are children and mostly women and Another diabetic yo She’s looking low on insulin Follow my commands They’ll be home for dinner with Time to fix potatoes yo And marinate chicken strips Listen bank robber You display a strong resemblance To the rapper James Patrick in several composite sketches We have your identity Your name is on a checklist Of a most-wanted list To be considered armed and reckless Let the people go They’re legitimate citizens Grant me immunity And a ticket to Switzerland The people in Geneva Roll with loaded artillery I’ll hop a connecting flight And really go to the Philippines I cause a diversion Always have a distraction You show that you’re nervous They’re using tactical action in the venting unit Prolly have a assassin Rocking thermal glasses With the added attachments Yo A sniper’s on the roof His focus unprecedented Waiting for the good to go With excellent depth perception Every move is crucial I watch where next I’m stepping When I heard the SWAT above me They’re right overhead depending The number of the officers Know they watching every move Ears are open Eyes are peeling like a citrus fruit Then I looked above I could only see partly The reinforcements coming I’m hearing their feet marching Can’t forget the sniper on the roof Like Lee Harvey Surrender with a flag I wave this green scarf thing Saw the local news The story had developed Exaggerating everything I’m sure it was embellished Walking to the entrance Just to tell them I was finished When a bullet hit my head and then Went through the cerebellum Now its over ya’ll I taste my own medicine As I’m laying dead In an ocean of O-negative
