Capture the Flagg

Capture the flag

You had your chance, move out

Roger

Get rich or die lion, rather lie dying

H Rap with the iron firing

As not for whom the siren, it tolls for thee

Sheriff, DT, and the fucking deputy

Tackle Feds and scale walls, close call, crawl, light up

Fuck y'all, fuck waiting for Babylon to fall, give me the damn ball

New York State of rhyme, Chocolate City don't shine, mo' coal all mine all-City grind

Hearts and minds pulled over, swallowing dimes, I'm due time

Not tonight, off-duty cop get rocked in the Gulliver

Snatch the Pulitzer, pull it, sir, Billy blur

Shells burn like racial slurs, rabid, redux gliding on black like hockey pucks

Skating from Caucasians, they got sticks, full clips

Told you so like Hans Blix, now know why he saying shit

Save your spit, wasting Saliva on rims

I'll rap gasoline and tires ANC necklace, put MC's in fires

Bitches jump in like Hindu funeral pyres

Rap MacGyver detonate with copper wire, rusty pliers

Quotable for survivors, port authority

Pumping dirty mags, snag duffle bag, hail a cab

Capture the flag

He made sure the police men who came to his bar were show a good time

The cops came to the bar, and I was gone something something

Boom, click-click, boom, click-click

Boom

Parliament's Darwin, box cutters carving a wig

This is America, everybody can't eat

Now **** under white sheets, bundles under passenger seats

Dirty again from peanuts, pig pen victory defeat

Live on your knees or die on your feet, get some, get some, run through slums

The harder they come faster and making you run

Jesse and Adolf, bubblegum gangsters playing golf, catching fire, camouflage choir

Terror City Saudis with Buck 50's and **** waving Old Glory

Capture the flag, stay calm

Put the money in the bag

Succumb or resist, survive or live

Backwards, spinimatics

Scream phoenix, woods gate, 007

Earl taxi, cannibal ox

R.I.P. Edward Saheed, Johnny, the motherfucking cash

Frame by frame, the tragedy unfolds in the 21 seconds of 8mm film shot by Abraham Zapruder

Suddenly there's a gunshot, governor Connoly hears it and turns

A little girl stops dead and looks around

Three seconds later, a second shot

A bullet has passed through the president's throat

It hits Connoly in the back and he starts falling

Mrs Kennedy turns to her husband, something's wrong

She looks into his face, the fatal headshot