Five Fingers - Instrumental

Take take, the medicine tastes great Gotta keep in the city I'm way baked Waiting for the meteor shading at twelve begin paint The origin of a deeper leader will take place Two coke bottles adorn the rope toddler Rebel of refrigerator Give him a Nilla wafer No role model, provoke him to shift focus Cus he noticed that a cookie tastes better when it's stolen Kids got the darnedest crooks All?? get from an honest person Bought enough fireworks from the bullies to blow up a small barn Which he kept in the box in the yard And the bark is far from a klepto-anthem But a klepto-tangent Prefaced the grand canvass Dance to the dirt Stand up, celebrate the natural need to own what ain't earned See it rolls off the tongue Like a smoke ring rolls off a lung til it's done Ready set kept it He thefted a post-it Later applied the motives to a moment of some grown shit "Hey, you with the sharpie and BM!" Did you foreplay the gm Or you carpe the diem Warplay the porn game Wanna get the sure way Well the freedom will correlate with the sword play and heathens Trickery I'm back, talk Fresh outta high school On the prickly catwalk Of the modern bright slide rule Every last number in it's history Got it's own little hustle to nuzzle up with the victory, Thanks Bathe in a bottle of your finest Huckleberry sift through the piss looking for diamonds For that hell appears to that in your climate Get your money from the richest Seek your pussy from the flyest Slow and low, Do or die calm Suicide king and a tuck of the palm Slow and low, do or die, stuck Two to five cans in the trunk of the truck And these are the five fingers that are stealing from you Capture the flag One by one like little confused penguins Larceny's yes when fools used weapons Like a bitter little burgular jaded up at the buckets He's dumb enough to pull up in public in the fuckin thing Nope gotta configure the five fingers Sorta hop wire vehicular skill is applicable If an eye's on the prize and the itch aint flushed I hope the fruits of your labor relieve the initial rush Like, step over the abysmal cusp Matchmakers trying to make the mixed signals fucked And make you read the mud, maybe make the stigma's crushed Like "he will learn to walk after he lifts the drums" And this is certified milk by the department of skullduggery Shoplift quicker than ya shutter speed Click! Missed, dip dumb colory In another muddy river water til the rudder bleeds Skip around the money Peel the color me bunny killer Hovering where the mother feed Gutter greed king Let a crumby motherfucker breed fuck wit me It goes knock knock, rummy at an abrupt speed The seed's all growns up, playing grown people games Evil lames grown encompass the whole paper chase Grip, better get the master plan So when the workers of a secret graph expands, Yes a pig is a cop, I got a villian for flock, so when I rake in the bacon I hope the kiddies will watch I hope the flipping of the system will be heavily clocked Cus opportunity's fickle If they we're trickling Stop! Capture the flag Drag that crass little bastard flap through the hazmat glass Laugh when he asks for it back Scratch that Welcome to the magic and a basket of cash Slow and low, do or die, calm Suicide king and a tuck of the palm Slow and low, do or die, stuck Two to five cans in the trunk of the truck And these are the five fingers that are stealing from you Capture the flag