Plutonic - Bank Job lyrics

[Verse 1: Pegz] Yeah Joe New, jump start the getaway car Chemically charged Detonators ready to blast D-Trix, lick a shot for the dead in Iraq Like snipers on the rooftop, mentally scarred Espionage, junkyard wrestle (-ing/a mask [?]) Send these retros back to the breakfast club Getting crushed by the velvet glove and iron fist A blood diamond for wifey's wrist [Verse 2: Joe New] Divide the split Then walk with a million dollars Start a charity fund for the Brazilian forest Send a letter to the British Prime Minister's office Demanding freedom for our country like William Wallace Then vanish like comets, to the loneliest planets Spend the rest of my days in a harmonious balance Sippin' lime and lemonade As I lie, I meditate In the sand, in the sun on the island getaway [Verse 3: Dialectrix] The price the men have paid A rhyming renegades Make major money hold it's hyperventilate I take my cash [?] Fly to Venezuela Hide for 20 days Arrive at the location Invited (Jenna Jameson[?]) (and ride my[?]) genetalia Making money cheques when I write on pen and paper Another k**er, illegitimate lyric drop That's hidden as civilians where millions would rip 'em off [Chorus 1: all singing/rapping in unison] Put your hands up this is the bank job Three minutes till we're sitting in handcuffs Nobody move, nobody get banged up Gully Platoon, somethin' for the gangsters [Sample 1] Three minutes Plenty of time to clean out the ATM's Let's go, let's go, let's go [Verse 4: Dialectrix] Soon as the door lock Security's awes drop Usin' the sawn-off for the removal of your dosh Wired by Fed-Ex Dividing the excess Up, substantial amounts of retirement nest eggs [Verse 5: Pegz] f** buying a Lexus Every dollar's needed to defeat the foreign legion in French Polynesia My headhunters in West Papua want freedom Giving non-believers epileptic body seizures Watch us on crimestoppers Try'na rob (Clive Rogers [?]) For a five dollar watch and a nice [?] Lookin' banged up like Biggie's left eye socket After f**in' with the intricate [?] [Verse 6: Joe New] Call it psychotic Call it ironic As the economy drops, my profits skyrocket (iconically slick [?]) through the corporate bank job Wroughting the jackpot Whilst performing the bank job [Chorus 2: all singing/rapping in turns and in unison] Heads nod, Hands up Give us what we want It's the bank job, coming through, hitting every spot So just let go, give it up, everything you got It's the G.P bank job, leaving with the lot [Sample 2]