Capital Crime

[Verse 1: Truck North] I go numb on the beat no novacane My cup runneth over, I guess I over came Ask for my welcome, I guess I overstayed I'm sorry, but it's comfy over here man Now I got my feet up, cold I turn the heat up Them hoes ain't fucking with these, they so b-cup Here's another mule kick to your speakers Give the drummer some - alright, that's enough Get the truck and back it up, hate me now like I'm Puff Good as gold, like I got the motherfucking Midas touch Talk tough and get tossed in the [camel clutch?] Now your ass split in half, like a whole dutch Lord, save them from the murder and the mayhem Riding in an old Lincoln, no Abraham Putting rappers to sleep like I'm the Sandman Top magician from the money making jam band Bitches head-over-heels, like a handstand They know North Side flyer than a flight plan Higher than the light-pole, ya'll niggas tadpoles Feeling froggy, then jump you you fucking asshole Now look at what emerged from the catacomb Turn your place of residence into a battle zone [You suckers is old school, they so Battle Toads?] Man, I'm keeping niggas' interest like a fucking loan [Verse 2: Black Thought] Yea, up steps the one and only In the flesh, cynically Sierra-Leone And fresh to death, big homie and them reps the best You knew him from somewhere, you request the Quest-lover Then his brother bring it on, sing a song More brutal than Ghengis Khan, the name ring alarms The face you couldn't place but you know I'm the truth That's before you recognize that the one from the Roots Is on to the [t?], take an eye for another eye Let them hear gun fire for a lullaby Motherfucker, who the hell am I The Black Thought from the day that your life became nullified Stuff of legend, so what the fucks tougher bredgren When I'm a blast from the past, that started the present Vision of the future, I'm with the super producer And I'm ten times as smart as I used to be I'm seeing the voice through the speakers Porsche two-seaters, Jimmy Choo sneakers Real rap remedy man, true genius Brought Yosemite Sam, two heaters To ask ya'll bastards, if there's any last words Besides what, when and why and other adverbs You going to be the next fugitive capture, fam Keep thinking you can lie, and live after Slow your roll play boy, rabbit ears Cause damn right it's on sight, Vladimir Cause in a blink of an eye, you will be out of there Scrap gets smacked for acting so cavilier South Philly, and them cowards don't travel there Cannons let the heat rattle there, they don't battle there Jokers will leave you in a pool like Mike Phelps Learning to fight might help but it's light help If certain bullets make flack melt Then just imagine what it do to you, even if you a black belt My street thugs be concealing where the gat held In the hood where it used to be a lot of crack dealt [Verse 3: Asher Roth] On LCD sound systems, trips to the museum Can't believe what I'm seeing, but don't want to make a scene Cape diem, Cold Medina, oh Selena just believe him He's a whole 'other being, new war, North Korea, ug Can't find [?] [?] onomatopoeia Boom, boom pow, peace out, wouldn't wanna be ya Black Eyed Pea ya while I [? common denominea?] Abba de, abba da, kind of like Mama Mia Sunny shit, so ideal, better sip that Sunny D up Guard your grill, rob and kill, [?] when I re-up This is it, little bitch, time to take you to the cleaners Natalia vs Mila, who's the baddest ballerina? I think I see [?] Homicidal kind of guy [?] syrup I'm in need of something sweeter, I've been eating all these bitter Pitter patter, little rappers, ya'll ain't even half my palette In my palace, 30 Rockin' like I'm Alec Got to try and keep the balance Black Thought on Jimmy Fallon With the Mavericks at the rally 'round the basket Leaving Dallas on [?] Catalina De Morales You ain't Alex Tribec so stop quizzing me Shel Siverstein, The Giving Tree Ya'll slithery slim balls just sick of me I'm a city slicker, Billy Crystal when I spit a beat