Asher Roth, Black Thought - Capital Crime lyrics

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

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

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

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

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