Scottie Beam

I do murder barefaced, don't need no mask to disguise me Threw my FN in the stash, I think the cracker's behind me, damn He pulled me over, I asked him, "Yo, what's the problem, sir? I swerved to ducked the potholes, man, I had no option, sir Just let me go 'cause my license, insurance proper, sir I'd hate to be on the run for smokin' an officer" We were bustin' at police before Queen & Slim, that's on FN Let off fifty shots to the squad car and get in the wind Told the Gary Police in '05 that I got more guns than them Get the feds if you want a war, and they sent them bitches in

Rhyme Scheme

AABBBBCCCC multi-syllabic mosaic rhyme matrix pivoting from dual-syllable tail-rhymes (/aɪz miː/, /aɪnd miː/) to a rigid four-bar polite honorific mono-rhyme chain (/ɒ-ə-sɜːr/), resolving into short-vowel nasal slants (/ɛn/, /ɪn/).

Producer Notes

Gibbs constructs a narrative sequence during an encounter with law enforcement, anchoring four consecutive bars with an ironic, polite honorific end-rhyme motif centered on the /ɒ-ə-sɜːr/ phoneme cluster ('sir' / 'officer'). He seamlessly transitions out of this monologue into a string of short-vowel nasal slants (/ɛn/, /ɪn/) across internal and terminal positions to maintain relentless rhythmic momentum.