Great Live Caper
J. Rawls Lyrics
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When some crab motherfucker straight invaded my space
It was approximately 8:47 P.M.
I was on my way home comin' back from the gym
My muscles kinda ached, they felt rigid and stiff
But my mind was at ease from this Coltrane riff
Playin loud... out at Fulton and Truce
?Till a Jeep drowned it out with Xzibit and Snoop
Certain parts of my body started actin' crazy
My ears got to twitchin' and my right hand shook
I had the sudden need to speed so I decided to book
As I arrived on the block to see a bunch of kids scopin' out my building
Noticin' the door wide open
As I jetted up the stairs past signs of forced entry
Expecting to see my humble abode stripped empty
Oh hell no!
(ah, ah, ah, ah,) X8
Ay yo, my trip from the front door to the second floor
Had me feelin' so alone, embarrassed and insecure
My worldly possessions that I cherished in pride
Flashed in a matter of seconds before my eyes
But not photographic, more like alphanumeric
You know, VCR, TV, laptop, C3
VS, MP, LP, CDs
RL, (?), N-I-K-E
Not to mention USA and RC3C
That opened up in D.C. for Run DMC(?)
This has gotta be a nightmare, somebody pinch me
When up the stairs I see my ten-speed GT
Right where I left it, rather bizarre
Still felt violated, my apartment door was ajar
As I stormed in, thinkin' it's about to be on
The window was wide open, but nothin' was gone
As I dashed to the edge I held my head past the ledge
I seen two hooded figures jumpin' over a fence
They was way beyond capture, so I took a step back
So I could figure this shit out 'cause it was getting intense
The computer was on, file cabinets wide open
Bookshelves was tipped over, they searched, but didn't steal
Wait a minute, the picture from my built-in safe
Was slightly tilted to the side, I was beginning to feel
The same tingling in my fingers and hands
Everything else in the house was there, so work with me one time
But my instincts failed me not
The safe was blown wide open
They stole my priceless book of rhymes!
Oh hell no!
(ah, ah, ah, ah)
Ah, shit I've been hit, Elizabeth this is the big one
Fuck it, these niggas got me pullin' out my big guns
So be it, so what if they got it? They can't have it
Dagnabit! The last thing I needed was static
But I got a briefcase for just such an occasion
So I grabbed it, jetted downstairs, hailed a cab
I knew this shit was gonna happen, I was gettin' too nice
From the briefcase I pulled out a homin' device
Three times better than lowjack, these MC's is so whack
That now they gotta resort to stealin' my text
As I fixed on their position for my intercept mission
The cabbie was feather-footed, it was getting me vexed
As we headed toward Jersey the signal got stronger
Even in the tunnel was right on they tail
A green Volkswagen had the nerve to blast ragged
A dead giveaway, now watch justice prevail
I told the cabbie get closer, but he had no heart
Next thing I know we was like five blocks apart
But they was headed for the airport, a getaway plan
Traffic was getting' thick, so I got out and ran
Followed the signal all the way to this drive in hanger
These niggas wanna... with a lear jet?
I drove a luggage cart up the runway to no avail
They pulled out just in time, but I'm not done yet
So watch this
You think you can get away clean?
I know every rhyme in that book
You got five seconds to turn that plane around!
It's like that?
Aight, then!
If I can't have it, no one can!
The song "Great Live Caper" by J. Rawls tells the story of the artist's experience of home invasion. The first verse sets the scene, with J. Rawls coming back from the gym, feeling relaxed because of a jazz riff he was listening to until a Jeep drove past him playing Xzibit and Snoop Dogg. When he reached his block, he saw that his apartment door was wide open, but his ten-speed bike was still there. However, he soon realizes that his built-in safe, which contained his priceless book of rhymes, has been stolen, prompting him to track down the thieves.
As the song progresses, J. Rawls continues to describe the steps he took to catch the robbers. He reveals that he has a homing device in his briefcase that he uses to track down the stolen book. He finally catches up to the thieves at the airport but fails to retrieve the book and decides to set the plane on fire, exclaiming "If I can't have it, no one can!"
The song is not just about a home invasion but also a response to theft of intellectual property by other artists. J. Rawls' book of rhymes symbolizes the value of original creative work that is often taken for granted and stolen by others. The artist implies that the thieves who stole his rhymes wanted to use them for their own gain, which is a common practice in the music industry.
Line by Line Meaning
Let me tell you about the time I had to solve this case
The singer is about to recount a time where he had to solve a case
When some crab motherfucker straight invaded my space
Someone invaded the singer's personal space
It was approximately 8:47 P.M.
The time when the invasion happened
I was on my way home comin' back from the gym
The artist was on his way back home from the gym
My muscles kinda ached, they felt rigid and stiff
The artist's muscles were hurting
But my mind was at ease from this Coltrane riff
The singer's mind was at ease because of jazz music he was listening to
Playin loud... out at Fulton and Truce
The jazz music was playing loudly at Fulton and Truce
?Till a Jeep drowned it out with Xzibit and Snoop
A Jeep playing loud rap music drowned out the jazz music
As I get closer to the heezy baby
As the artist gets closer to his home
Certain parts of my body started actin' crazy
The artist's body reacted strangely
My ears got to twitchin' and my right hand shook
The singer's ears were twitching and his right hand was shaking
I had the sudden need to speed so I decided to book
The artist felt the need to act quickly
As I arrived on the block to see a bunch of kids scopin' out my building
As the singer arrived on the block, he saw kids looking at his building suspiciously
Noticin' the door wide open
The singer saw that his front door was wide open
As I jetted up the stairs past signs of forced entry
The singer saw signs of forced entry as he rushed up the stairs
Expecting to see my humble abode stripped empty
The artist was expecting to see his apartment to be empty
Oh hell no!
The artist was surprised to see something unexpected
(ah, ah, ah, ah,) X8
A background chorus
Ay yo, my trip from the front door to the second floor
The singer described his journey from the front door to the second floor of his apartment
Had me feelin' so alone, embarrassed and insecure
The experience made the artist feel alone, embarrassed and insecure
My worldly possessions that I cherished in pride
The artist's possessions he valued highly
Flashed in a matter of seconds before my eyes
The artist's belongings were quickly visualized in his mind
But not photographic, more like alphanumeric
The visualization wasn't photographic, but more like a list of items
You know, VCR, TV, laptop, C3
Examples of the alphanumeric visualization of his possessions
VS, MP, LP, CDs
More examples
RL, (?), N-I-K-E
Even more examples
Not to mention USA and RC3C
And even more examples
That opened up in D.C. for Run DMC(?)
Reference to a concert in DC
This has gotta be a nightmare, somebody pinch me
The artist questions if this is all a bad dream
When up the stairs I see my ten-speed GT
The singer saw his bike where he left it
Right where I left it, rather bizarre
The bike's presence was unexpected
Still felt violated, my apartment door was ajar
Despite the bike being there, the open door still made the artist uneasy
As I stormed in, thinkin' it's about to be on
The artist entered his apartment confidently, ready to take on whoever was still there
The window was wide open, but nothin' was gone
Despite the window being open, nothing was stolen
As I dashed to the edge I held my head past the ledge
The singer ran to the window and looked over the ledge
I seen two hooded figures jumpin' over a fence
The artist saw two people running away
They was way beyond capture, so I took a step back
The singer realized he couldn't catch them and stepped back
So I could figure this shit out 'cause it was getting intense
The singer took a moment to collect himself and think about the situation
The computer was on, file cabinets wide open
The singer's computer and file cabinets were open
Bookshelves was tipped over, they searched, but didn't steal
The burglars searched the apartment, but didn't take anything
Wait a minute, the picture from my built-in safe
The artist discovered something was wrong with his safe
Was slightly tilted to the side, I was beginning to feel
The safe's picture was slightly askew, arousing the singer's suspicion
The same tingling in my fingers and hands
The same feeling in the singer's hands
Everything else in the house was there, so work with me one time
Everything else in the house was untouched
But my instincts failed me not
The artist's instincts were still working
The safe was blown wide open
The burglar broke into the safe
They stole my priceless book of rhymes!
The singer's book of rhymes was stolen
(ah, ah, ah, ah)
Background chorus
Ah, shit I've been hit, Elizabeth this is the big one
The singer is expressing shock and surprise
Fuck it, these niggas got me pullin' out my big guns
The singer is ready to take action
So be it, so what if they got it? They can't have it
The singer is determined to get his book of rhymes back
Dagnabit! The last thing I needed was static
The artist is frustrated by the situation
But I got a briefcase for just such an occasion
The artist has a briefcase for situations like this
So I grabbed it, jetted downstairs, hailed a cab
The singer takes the briefcase and hails a cab
I knew this shit was gonna happen, I was gettin' too nice
The singer saw the signs that this would happen
From the briefcase I pulled out a homin' device
The artist takes out a device from the briefcase
Three times better than lowjack, these MC's is so whack
The device is better than a LoJack. The artist is criticizing the burglar
That now they gotta resort to stealin' my text
The burglars resorted to stealing the artist's book of rhymes
As I fixed on their position for my intercept mission
The singer tracks the burglars' location
The cabbie was feather-footed, it was getting me vexed
The artist is getting annoyed at the cab driver's driving
As we headed toward Jersey the signal got stronger
The device's signal improved as they headed towards New Jersey
Even in the tunnel was right on they tail
The signal was still active even in a tunnel
A green Volkswagen had the nerve to blast ragged
A green Volkswagen drove recklessly in front of them
A dead giveaway, now watch justice prevail
The driver gave away their position and will be caught
I told the cabbie get closer, but he had no heart
The artist asked the cab driver to get closer, but he refused
Next thing I know we was like five blocks apart
The cab driver drove away leaving a gap
But they was headed for the airport, a getaway plan
The burglars were heading for the airport to escape
Traffic was getting' thick, so I got out and ran
The artist got out of the cab and ran to follow the burglars
Followed the signal all the way to this drive in hanger
The device led the artist to an airplane hangar
These niggas wanna... with a lear jet?
The burglars have a Learjet at their disposal
I drove a luggage cart up the runway to no avail
The singer tried to enter the runway with a luggage cart
They pulled out just in time, but I'm not done yet
The burglars escaped, but the artist wasn't giving up yet
So watch this
The singer is confident that he can still catch them
You think you can get away clean?
The singer doubts that the burglars can escape
I know every rhyme in that book
The singer is confident that he can get the book of rhymes back
You got five seconds to turn that plane around!
The artist gives the burglars an ultimatum
It's like that?
The burglars are surprised
Aight, then!
The singer is ready for whatever will happen
If I can't have it, no one can!
The singer is willing to do whatever it takes to get the book of rhymes back
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network
Written by: JASON RAWLS, JEAN CADET
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