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jimmy poindexter - the watcher's dilemma lyrics

intro: narrator
and so the story began
after receiving case files from fellow investigator d+ck charming
jim jameson was off on a new adventure
he was on his way to attempt solving the biggest case of his career
you are now tuned in to this special programming

verse 1: jim jameson
first thing, i’ma slide to the block
i need first names, last name, and the spot where his gang hang
know a n+gga with answers
neighborhood informant, professional cancer
snitchin’ for anything with a forefather on the side
dice roll, shoe shine whеn he on the job
i sat down, lookin’ right into his snake еyes
tell me what you know and don’t play games
i heard you had the drop, livin’ up to your name
i got a k!ller on the loose, no time to debate
spill it all right now, you know what i’ma do

verse 2: the informant & jim jameson
man, i don’t know a thing, i’ve been here on the stoop
you know as much as me, g
got no gossip, to spew
bullsh+ttin’ here with me, you should go get a clue (excuse me?)
not gonna lie, ya boy slackin’, it was out of the blue
so check your tone when you talkin’, feel you catchin’ a ‘tude
i heard rumblin’s about some murders and missing persons
but i don’t f+ck with that, that little sh+t isn’t worth it (little is crazy)
you know how it is, i ain’t peepin’ the curtains
and if i did know, i’d be dead, i’m certain
verse 3: the informant & jim jameson
nah, i don’t buy that pimpin’, i don’t
cause you the only motherf+ckin’ tellin’ on who they won’t (okay)
the only n+gga home early from a case of his own
(hold on, i got a customer)
took you out to red lobster, my n+gga, you wrong

interlude: the informant & customer
ti: hold on
c: hey, yo, can i get a shoe shine?
ti: yeah, i got you, you want the stain repellent?
c: how much that cost?
ti: it’s usually $40, but i’ll do $20 and throw in a free sample
c: fasho, go ahead, throw it in
ti: a’ight
c: a’ight, good looks young blood, thank you for the shoe shine
ti: a’ight, a’ight, a’ight, a’ight

verse 4: the informant & jim jameson
do you think i’m a fool? i see through your lies
(why are you yelling?)
too alert on your post, see fear in your eyes (cap)
remind me of the time my father was runnin’ from time
voice gettin’ higher (no it isn’t!?)
failin’ to hear alibis
your sweat drippin’, your nerves twitchin’
verse 5: the informant & jim jameson
you set trippin’
(i’m set trippin’)
on dead homies, you set trippin’
be for real, you not even law enforcement
so how can i rely on you to give an endors+m+nt?

verse 6: the informant & jim jameson
man, where’s the k!ller hidin’?
this is more important
more time you stall, pressure breakin’ the porcelain
patience runnin’ thinner than a doc with ozempic
(okay, that was kind of funny)
name, date, location or i’m makin’ a switch flip

verse 7: the informant & jim jameson
a’ight, just keep it down, give me cash and i’ll fix it
(there it is)
this sh+t ain’t for free
(here’s a $50)
now listen, they shot a couple dollars for me not to go snitch (yeah?)
i heard they took the bodies, put them all in a ditch (uh huh?)
matchstick, burned the bodies up into ashes
(that’s sick)
just happened to be ’round when it happened
(that’s it?)
i don’t know no names, i just know a location
(here you go)
i could give you that for another donation
(‘nother $50)
heard about a place ’round the corner from in+n+out
that’s really all i know and the rest you can figure out
so good day to you, think i’ll be on my way
verse 8: the informant & jim jameson
no way, i think you got a little more to say, you see (huh?)
i know they paid you to give me vague receipts (what?)
need more than that, don’t play the coy with me
(what does that even mean?)
who’s geppetto? who’s pullin’ all the strings?
your nose growin’, you gave me a faulty lead
(bullsh+t)

verse 9: the informant & jim jameson
i’m afraid i don’t get what you could mean
gave you everything, you’re indulging in all your greed
you just wanna play secret agent and follow me
(this mothaf+cka)
sh+t is embarrassing, you should just call poli—
(motherf+cker!)

verse 10: the informant & jim jameson
you just chose your fate, now i gotta break all your t++th
i’ma whoop your ass, leave you lookin’ like rodney king
might not have a badge, but i still got a glock, b+tch
i just ran out of patience, but i’m not out of options, see
you might be afraid that that n+gga might off you (please!)
but if you don’t talk, either way you gon’ talk to—
jesus christ, why you gotta do me like that though?
i got a family too, i’m just tryna get back home

verse 11: jim jameson
it’s funny that you mention that, them people he k!lled
had the same thing, it’s funny how you really didn’t feel that till i drilled that
chair to the floor, you caring some more
they all were the same, so scared of the morgue
afraid of the pain, with no one to blame (f+ck)
the blood in their pores, prepared for the war
their family at home, they waitin’ and waitin’ and waitin’ and waitin’
for dad to come home, for sis to come home, cause dinner at four
a call on the phone, a bounty reward, your story ignored
the heroes gave up, no justice for yours, no info could cure

verse 12: the informant & jim jameson
alright, you’re right, got a little more i could give (give it to me!)
downtown, seen a couple of kids
buyin’ drugs from a thug, was lookin’ familiar
i really don’t know a name, think he’s an affiliate
that’s everything that i know
i took a risk tellin’ ya, i’m the only one that could know
you gotta give me a gun, or protect me when they come
(goddammit)
don’t even worry about that, them n+ggas won’t lay a thumb
(oh thank you!)
thank you for cooperating

outro: jim jameson
hi guys
now, i know what you’re thinking
why’d you threaten to k!ll that poor man
well, unfortunately, sometimes making a situation
seem like life or death is the only way to make things happen
in this case, i needed the truth
now, the informant didn’t give me much to go off of
but it was a starting point, and that’s all i needed
it’s time to hit the streets and do some good old+fashioned investigating
they don’t call us detectives gumshoes for no reason

don’t look
behind you

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