Rusty Jambo's video: I Said Nothing - Doc Pavel drill

Pull up in the whip Masked man in the backseat Doctor P, cruising round like a taxi CIA drillers link up at the airport Mandem not my friends Get 'em on board Tryna grab your prize I'm a nuclear physicist Just drop me on a beat I'm an unreal lyricist Try to look me up My file's redacted CIA's on my ass I'm being extracted Nothing I said nothing Pavel ain’t no snitch Bring this plane to the ground No more flying around Snap my neck in a stadium Nuclear secrets in my cranium Chilling in my seat Wave your gat around Throw man from a plane Shoot him fore he hits the ground. Interrogate him Hang his head out the gaff Loyal for a hired gun, but man is clapped CIA got my wires tapped (they listenin). Did you mean to get caught Say less Of course I refused Bane’s offer In favor of yours Nothing I said nothing Pavel ain’t no snitch Bring this plane to the ground No more fucking around Snap my neck in a stadium Nuclear secrets in my cranium Man's got a mask Cause he got sleep apnea I know Bane’s whipped Some bitch named Talia She's the daughter of Neeson Seeing his plan to completion Bring batman to his knees and Burn Gotham to the ground No more flying around Snap my neck in a stadium Keep secrets in my cranium Riding in the whip Man Bane in the backseat Doctor P, cruising round like a taxi CIA’s gassed, I’m his geezer, feather in his cap, his prize Bald man in the mask got the tweezers Balaclavas on, no face to show, CIA wasteman, plane too slow. Bane's crew moves swift, like a pro Hired guns veins where my blood now flow CIA AKA Mr Bill Wilson Interrogation game, weak sit down son You no longer in charge The man you stand before is large (For you) Hoods up, move in stealth mode, CIA ops in the gaff, murked by Bane's code. On a mad ting, in the air they rode, In Uzbekistan, where my blood runs cold Tryna grab your prize I'm a Russian physicist Drop me on a beat I'm an unreal lyricist Try to look me up My file's redacted CIA's on my ass I'm being extracted Man's got a mask Cause he got sleep apnea I know Bane’s whipped This ting named Talia She's the daughter of neeson Seeing his plan to completion Bring batman to his knees and Burn Gotham to the ground No more flying around Snap my neck in a stadium Keep secrets in my cranium Nothing I said nothing Pavel ain’t no snitch Bring this plane to the ground