Crooks In Castles

[Verse 1: Blu] Yeah, uh Ayo, the child born, by this treasure on the crown worn Highest level on the styles form Leave your vowels torn, consonants, pronouns worn out I’m sworn in to inform you're lukewarm Your form pronounced me to perform without warning The storm sweat the norm from out of the school dorms Adorned like fountain, I’m wide form You core with corn niggas, conform and get swarmed I palm a poem more potent than adult porn You working the Clock Orange, you fall, Christian Dior I film noir watch as I score the winning shot You brick, I got your board, got bored and picked the lock It’s the crooks and castles, the hook shook, the lasso On the asshole's foot, you looked but couldn’t pass go Rookies know the stats so act as if you back pro Crack a homerun from the jump like Bo' Jack [Verse 2: ANTHM] Uh, yeah-yeah, uh, yo I be that New Testament like the Book of Matthew Ain't looking at you, I'm looking past you, the crooked statue I'm throwing the hook to snatch you out of your seat Bound to defeat you with my multi-syllabic Sporadic thoughts that I’ll toss like emphatic darts to dome I played the part that I’ve known Defending it like lieutenants while marching farther from home Perhaps like General Custer, all the strength that I've mustered Illustrious goals get flustered, but fuck it, going for gusto I would pay the price, Lord, kneeling in my psych ward Never shuck and jiving, you knighting me with the right sword And matter of fact, you can have it back Young black male swinging that battle axe to pierce you through your cataracts Trying to restrict me to these habitats IPod gadgets filled with that ratchet shit I'm spazzing, boy, imagine that As far as the flows go I'm spittin' like Sam Cooke holdin' a .4-4, that’s fire from an old soul [Verse 3: Homeboy Sandman] Crooks and castles with the pen and penning Duke castles That kid is too nasty, that kid is too natural Wild cowboy, new lasso Luring the invaders who debating shackles with the bait and tackle They handed Eve the heinous apple I hold the torch like I’m the famous statue As seen from the Staten Island ferry machine Towards the sweetness, hysteria, the Maraschino cherry regime Godlee the movement though the human the form Nothing to prove no more, done proved it before My family jewels are soft, I'm serving up assortments Apartments, the beds are straw I'm laying straws that broke the camel’s back And not a camel, a Black blew out the Phantom mask with famo on the track I tap the roadways into shambles, packed with eggs and scramble that Exchange the dap with Yassar Arafat, word [Verse 4. Sene] Yo, I got a buzz, smoke buds and I ain’t finished yet Usually my shows finish like Virginia Tech It’s the intellect plus I got some chance to check I’m on some Popeye, olive skin with the spinach bread Spark it, just getting high at the apartment Women love my grin, they say I look like Ricky Martin Uh, and I live that vida loca If I’m hungry, eat the chocha only if that color mocha Smoke up, drink up, think a, vulture This ain’t for the culture, this for crime, I’ll be the culprit I roll with Bill Nye, Blu and the Sandyman I’m make an anthem, they repeat it like I’m Candyman Stretch arms like Bob Vito, C-note Pour yourself some seltzer, don’t you touch my Pellegrino, dawg [Verse 5: Johaz] 'Bout to storm the castle, yo, savage, yo Yeah, I stick the mic in your esophagus Anything you thinking is dope, I am the opposite Leave a cum stain on your brain, fuck your subconsciousness Push a broomstick up your ass before you drop your shit Ah, I be the universal Mahdi Number one, gives a fuck about the top three California raised, puffing on some top tree You’re like the fucking letter F, you are not G I gives a fuck about the Freshman list Probably cause I never ride no Freshman dick Cut your face out of that magazine and dart that bitch Use your grill as an ashtray and spark that spliff Don’t start that shit, build your king’s castle with crooks Poison the church choir then fracture the hook No hooks needed, kill you online then retweet it Pull out the microphone now watch the savage make you eat it Johaz, my G ANTHM, Sandman and Sene My nigga Nottz get the money, Blu crowned us all king Johaz, my nigga ANTHM, Sandman and Sene My nigga Nottz get the money, Blu crowned us all king