Blockhead - Five Fingers lyrics

[Aesop Rock] Take-take the medicine, tastes great Got the key to the city, I'm wake-baked Way before the media sh**ting or 12 zip of ganked paint The origin of a thievery leader will take place Two coke bottles adorn the rogue toddler Grapple a refrigerator, gaffle a Nilla Wafer And no role model provoke him to shift focus Cause he noticed that a cookie tastes better when it's stolen Kids got the darnedest quirks So 11's arms skip jars for his momma's purse And bought enough fireworks from the bullies to blow up a small barn Which he kept in a box in the yard And the bark isn't carved from a klepto-anthem But a klepto-tangent prefaced the grand canvas Dance to the dirge, stand up Celebrate the natural need to own what ain't earned See it rolls off the tongue Like a smoke ring rolls off a lung 'til it's done Ready, set, kept petty theft on a post-it Later apply the motives to a moment on some grown sh** "Hey, you with the sharpie and BM!" Did you foreplay the GM, or you carpe the diem? who*e play the p**n game, fornicate the sure way to freedom Or correlate with the swordplay and heathens? Trickery and backtalk, fresh outta high school On the prickly catwalk of the modern grind slide rule Every last number in its history Got is own little hustle to nuzzle up with the victory Thanks, bathe in a bottle of your finest Tackleberry sift through the piss looking for diamonds Before the hell appears to put the chemi in the climate Get your money from the richest, get your p**y from the flyest Slow and low, do or die calm, suicide king in the tuck of the palm Slow and low, do or die stuck, two to five cans in the tuck of the trunk And these are the five fingers that are stealing from you And these are the five fingers that are stealing from you And these are the five fingers that are stealing from you... (Capture the flag) (Capture the flag) (Capture the flag) One by one like little confused penguins Larceny's yes-men ooze for used weapons Like a bitter little burglar jaded up out the bucket seat Is dumb enough to feel like the public owe him a f**ing thing Nope, gotta configure the five finger So the hot-wired vehicular sk** is applicable If an eye's on the prize and the itch ain't flushed I hope the fruits of your labor outlive the initial rush, like Step on the abysmal cusp With matchmakers trying to make the mixed signals f** Then incubate the mutt baby through his stigma's crutch Like he will learn to walk after he lifts the drums And this is certified milk by the New York Department of Skullduggery Shoplift quicker than your shutter speed, click! Missed, he dipped with dumb cutlery In and out of muddy river water 'til the rudder bleed Skip around the money pillar, color me bunny k**er Hovering where the mother feed, gutter greed king And a crummy motherf**er breed f** with me It go knock knock rummy at a bruckner speed The seed's all growns up playing grown people games Evil aims grown, encompa** the whole steeple chase Grip, mitigate the master plan So when the workers are asleep, riffraff expands Yes a pig is a cop, but gotta fill up the flock So when I rake in the bacon I hope the kiddies'll watch I hope the flipping of the system will be heavily clocked Cause opportunity's fickle, after it trickle it stop Capture the flag, drag that cra** little ba*tard Flat through the hazmat and gla** Laugh when he ask for it back; scratch that: Welcome to the magic in a basket of cash Slow and low, do or die calm, suicide king in the tuck of the palm Slow and low, do or die stuck, two to five cans in the tuck of the trunk And these are the five fingers that are stealing from you And these are the five fingers that are stealing from you And these are the five fingers that are stealing from you... (Capture the flag) (Capture the flag) (Capture the flag) (Capture the flag) (Cap-cap-capture the flag) (*scratches'n'cuts*)