Golden Midas

[Verse 1: Asher Roth] Y'all done fucked up now Y'all sucked the sun out this motherfucker Looking like one dark cloud We been off for a while but we just getting started Let that feeling rub off right now I'll say that shit out loud And you aren't really retarded, you just wanna go along with the crowd It's okay, don't pout We're not breaking the law, we gonna sort it all out right now I'm in the mode of you gotta go hard and trust no one Sleeping on the floor, 'cause homie you never know when You lay low, stay low, and keep firing Cause you know it's lame as soon as you hear sirens Move in silence but be all ears Don't listen to the talk because it's all fear It's right here, it's thoughts, it's idears It's off the Mark Wahlberg dog, it's our year Let's start the party, Hoorah and ah yeah All we need is some big hootahs and malt beers I be jumping up on chairs Telling everybody I'm the brand new Paul Revere, like [Hook] Only the truth gets spit... [Verse 2: Boldy James] All my guns got hairpin triggers, you Spongebob Squarepants Yellow-bellied niggas who square dance Don't stand a chance against my Concreature Taliban When them doors slide on that caravan No more Mr. Nice Guy, feel my wrath (Blocks) 'Cause nice guys always finish last (For real) Say hello to the bad guy, goodbye Catch the holy ghost when I get you baptized And prayed over, it's nap time Tec 9, hollow tips, bottle cap size (Blocks) And give you a makeover, flatline For them 9s, them splits, and them halftimes (Two two sevens) Last time you see a bad guy like me Icy with a mag under my white T (Strapped) Hook, line, sinker, cast iron Reppin' the [?] Concreature [?] [Interlude] [Outro] Only the truth gets spit...