Crooks in Castles (feat. Anth'm, Homeboy Sandman, Sene & Johaz)-Blu/Nottz/Scienze

Crooks in Castles (feat. Anth'm, Homeboy Sandman, Sene & Johaz) - Blu [Verse 1: Blu] 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 lukewarm Pronounced me to perform Without warning the storm sweat the norm From out of the school dorms Adorned like fount on, I’m wideform You talk with corn *s conformed and got sworn out Pom a pawn, I’m potentate, I don’t porn You working like Clock Orange, you fall Christian Dior out, feeling these raw watches Let’s work, doing them shots, and brick I got the board, got bored and picked the liar It’s the crooks and cashews, the hook shook That lasso on an asshole’s foot You look, but couldn’t pass gold Rookies know the stats so act as if you back on Crack a homerun for that, yeah, like Bo’ jack [Verse 2: ANTHM] 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 ya 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 have mustered Illustrious goals get flustered, but f**k it, going for gusto I would pay the price, Lord, kneeling in my psych ward Never shuck and jive and you knighting me with the right sword And matter of fact you can have it back Young black, male swinging that battle axe Then piece you through your Cataracts Trying to restrict me to these habitats IPod gadgets filled with that ratchet sh*t I’m spazzing, boy, imagine that As far as the flows go I’m spitting like Sam Cooke holding that fo’ fo’ That’s fire from an old soul, crooks and [Verse 3: Sene] Castles with the pen penning in 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 God leave the movement though the human’ll 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 and laying straws, that broke the camel’s back And have a Camel Black, blew out the Phantom mask with famo on the track I tap the roadways into shambles, packed with X’s, scramble that Exchange and dap, boy, yes the album phat, word [Verse 4. Homeboy Sandman] 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 up in 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 mocca Smoke up, drink up, think up, 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 making anthems and repeat it like I’m Candyman Stretch arms like Bob Vito, c-note Pour yourself some salsa, don’t you touch my Pellegrino, dawg [Verse 5: Johaz] About to storm the castle, savage, yo Yeah, I stick the mic in your esophagus Anything that you thinking is d**e, I am the opposite Leave a cum stain on your brain, f**k your subconsciousness Push a broomstick up your a** before you drop your sh*t I be the universal mahdi Number one, gives a f**k about the top three California raised puffing on some top tree You’re like the f**king letter F, you are not G I gives a f**k about the Freshman list Probably cause I never ride no Freshman dick Cut your face out of that magazine and dart that b**ch Use your grill as an ashtray and spark that spliff Don’t start that sh*t, your king’s castle but crooks Poison the church choir then fracture the hooks No hooks needed, kill you online then retweet it Pull out the microphone and watch the savage make you eat it Johaz, my G ANTHM, Sandman and Sene My ni**a Nottz get the money, Blu crowned us all king Johaz, my ni**a ANTHM, Sandman and Sene My ni**a Nottz get the money, Blu crowned us all king