Blu, Nottz, Johaz, Sene, Homeboy Sandman, ANTHM - Crooks In Castles lyrics
[Blu, Nottz, Johaz, Sene, Homeboy Sandman, ANTHM - Crooks In Castles lyrics]
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
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
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
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
'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
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
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
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
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
'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