BrickTop had his shiny VIP status back, once again he was to be heard in the streets, he had spent most of his recent time in the Business Districts and back alleys talking to people, getting to know them on a more personal level, but its about time he came back to address the masses. Taking a final puff from his cigar, he signals for his assistant, Errol, to pull over a milk box for him to stand on. A small crowd appears in anticipation of what he has to say.

“Ladies and Gentlepigs, i come today not to tell you more life lessons on how to dispose of dead bodies by feeding them to pigs, or neither am i here how to tell you how to be as successful with the ladies as Don SammyGravano, I am here to tell you a story, one that I would like you to remember for a long long time.”

BrickTop takes a deep breath, his eyes rolling slightly backwards as he tries to remember how the story starts.

“You see, along time ago, there was a young mafioso, a buddy, who made a big noise playing in the streets because he was going to be a big man some day. He was with his friends, playing gangster, he had mud on his face, the big disgrace, kicking trash cans all over the place.”

“Later on in this young mans life, your friend had grown up, he was still a young man, but a hard man. He would shout in the streets sayin ‘Im going to take over the world some day’. He had blood on his face, the big disgrace, waving his crew banner all over the place.”

“One day, he took a step to far, when he was walking down the street he met a Don from Joseph’s family, his rival, being so young and naive he walked upto the don and his entourage, got right in his face and shouted “We will, we will ROCK YOU”. Of course, the don did not take too kindly to this, with a snap on his fingers the young mafioso felt a base ball bat to the side of his head. Collapsing to the floor he felt kick after punch after kick to his face, ribs, legs arms. He was in trouble. Trembling and keeping his eyes tightly closed he felt one last blow to his back, ‘CRACK’ went his back, the pain was horrifying, causing him to scream out in pain, then it all went black, he passed out and was left in the streets.”

“Many years later, our now old fella, in his wheelchair, went back to where he used to go as a young man, the streets were different now young boys ran the streets in which he used to run. He shouted at the lads, ‘you don't know what your doing here, i was supposed to run these streets, these are MINE’. Well, one of them came over to him, saying ‘buddy your an old man, a poor man, pleading from your eyes, you need to make peace some day. You got mud on your face, you big disgrace, somebody better put you back into your place’.”

BrickTop smirks, everyone knows what is coming next in the story, yet they cant wait to hear it from such an usual perspective.

“And with that, dejavu, the beats, the blows, the kicks, the punches all to an old man in a wheel chair defenseless. Finally once again it all stops, but this time, there is no blackout, hes still conscious. He opens his eyes to see the four lads walking away, singing We will, we will rock you’, these were no ordinary lads, these were Joseph’s lads.”

BrickTop takes a pause, to let the story settle in to the listeners.

“I guess, what i am trying to say, is don't run before you can walk, don't try and take someone out that outranks you, or is more powerful than you, he can end your life instantly, perhaps not by killing you, but by destroying everything you love and care about.”

Bricktop steps down from the milk crate, singing:

We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
Alright.

Moved almost to tears by BrickTops words, Ziva pulls up a milk crate of her own, feeling compelled to make some kind of response.

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in the mob life, 
Dealing drugs is reality.
Open your eyes
Look down these streets and see,
We are Chicago, we need no sympathy
cause we're really big, Harris is old, 
we might be high, but nobody knows, 
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter in the Windy city, cityyy!

BrickTop, just killed a inac
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
BrickTop, life had just begun
But now I've gone thrown him in a lake,
BrickTop, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
But that's all a lie, I'll do it tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if VIP doesn't matter.

Too soon, my flight time has come,
I hate waiting in line,
Feet each all the time,
Goodbye, listeners, I've got to go,
Got to leave you all behind and deal some coke,
BrickTop, oooooh - 
I don't want to lie,
Sometimes wish I'd never heard you sing at all.

I see a little silhouetto of a cop, 
shit shit crap, please don't arrest me,
CA will protect me - otherwise you'd frighten me
Cpt-Harris, JakeLuciano,
Lynch, Solastalgia,
ChaosSpike - magnifico!

Ziva hops down from her milk crate and takes a little bow, hoping to disappear into the crowds before anybody asks for her to go on into some sort of rock or guitar solo.

Hearing Zivas beautiful singing, although she did say she wished BrickTop had never sung at all, he felt compelled to do his own song, about recent mafia life. Something with a little more... Teen Spirit

Stepping back up on his milk crate, BrickTop starts again. Hoping to draw a bigger crowd.

Load up on guns, bring your friends
NPC’s are here, theres BG’s to kill
He's overboard and self-assured
That the new district, is his to keep

Hello, Hello, Hello, AlCapone
Hello, Hello, Hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous,
In the nightime, his BG’s sleep.
They are stupid, were courageous,
Here they are now, lets all kill them.

AlCapone,
Bugs Moran,
Joseph Zerilli,
Who is next?
YOU?

Hey... Yay

I'm worse at what I do best,
And for this gift Chicago should feel blessed.
Our little crew has always won,
And always will until they’re dead.

Hello, Hello, Hello, AlCapone
Hello, Hello, Hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous,
In the darkness, we will stealth them!
They are stupid, were courageous,
Here we are now, remember us!

AlCapone,
Bugs Moran,
Joseph Zerilli,
Who is next?
ME?

Hey... Yay

And I forget just why they are here,
Oh, yeah, I guess it because we rock!
They found it hard, competing with us,
Oh well, whatever, nevermind

Hello, Hello, Hello, AlCapone
Hello, Hello, Hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous,
Here he is now, Mr Capone.
I raise my gun, the feeling is contagious,
Here we are now, FEAR US.
 

BrickTop steps down wondering if the next person stupid enough to take over a city from under Chicago's grasp will hear his song.