I was pushing out them shopping carts
Fillin up them Lizzie bags
Slipping jerseys off the rack
Knocking off those ink tags
My friends would cause distractions
So that I could do the racking
Sell 'em out the trunk in city streets
Or E-bay just to cash in
I was the rack king
So how could I stop?
Getting chased down hallways
By out of shape rent-a-cops
I was the rack king
And now I'm retired
But every now and again
I still get mine without buyin

Started with graffiti
Didn't wanna pay for paint
So I put them cans up in my pants
No ma'am, nothing today
But four wasn't enough
So I put two in each sleeve
Looking like the Michelin man
When the workers watched me leave
Racking was the answer
But I swear also an art
And the passion slowly grew
Into boosting shopping carts
I changed it up from spray paint
To designer clothes
You need polo? You need nike?
You need shit no one else knows?
You need cameras? You need Laptops?
Sensors never made me stop
Slip a shimmy in-between
And watch them floor displays go pop.
I got away with everything
Never close to getting caught
Except that one time I was sprinting
Through home depot's parking lot.

I was pushing out them shopping carts
Fillin up them Lizzie bags
Slipping jerseys off the rack
Knocking off those ink tags
My friends would cause distractions
So that I could do the racking
Sell 'em out the trunk in city streets
Or E-bay just to cash in
I was the rack king
So how could I stop?
Getting chased down hallways
By out of shape rent-a-cops
I was the rack king
And now I'm retired
But every now and again
I still get mine without buyin

Working at CompUSA
I always had a lovely day
Sneaking out ipods and phones
In big bags of Lays
Switched up to externals
And hundreds of thumb drives
Got ten new xboxes
From an AmEx scam, guy
Or I would pretend I was cleaning
In the laptop vault
That had 3 cameras
Where most actions were caught
But I knew every angle
They had some blind spots
So I put the trashcan there
And filled it with laptops
Wheeled it up on out the back
Threw it in the dumpster
Put some cardboard on the top
I know you're asking "what for?"
I would Come back hours later
Real slick and sly
Grab up all those laptops
And then I'd wave bye bye

I was pushing out them shopping carts
Fillin up them Lizzie bags
Slipping jerseys off the rack
Knocking off those ink tags
My friend would cause distractions
So that I could do the racking
Sell 'em out the trunk in city streets
Or E-bay just to cash in
I was the rack king
So how could I stop?
Getting chased down hallways
By out of shape rent-a-cops
I was the rack king
And now I'm retired
But every now and again
I still get mine without buyin

RACK KING v2

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