Privilege - To Catch a Thief lyrics

[Verse 1: Billy Woods] I saw her on 23rd and Broadway today Said she met somebody but I ain't do nothing but smile in her face Like "You feeling him? that's great" But for a heartbeat, I wonder what she'd say If i told her I loved her, wouldn't let her go away Like I'm willing to work with if that means you stayed But I ain't say a thing, I just smiled in her face Ugly, pretty perhaps listening party in Dodge City Imagine cue up the track me and Edge pa**ed L's in the back Merry and berry, heard one cut Stood up then said "Flight Brothers got that crack!" [Verse 2: Privilege] Huh - so what you need pens for when you don't rap Ain't no more old school breaks and boom bap Illiterate sh**, push mics like Sisyphus Up literary hills, literally Landscape match Tuscan topography in Italy Meditate with a Mediterranean tree olive and feta cheese, so Greta please Watchu know about ghetto sellers, franks and beans? Mayonnaise sandwiches and Tetley Tea We're far from scones and crumpets Same family like trombones and trumpets Hobos and bag ladies, Fraggles and Muppets Jack-offs and bloody wa*kers, who crump without me? Motherf**ing paper, what a waste of time Dark days spent waking life Spent shaking strife from the pain of minds 10:30 show with a painted bride [Verse 3: Billy Woods] If it's over 40, I need time and a half Since it's short, he quit the rhyme for a laugh Four wheel fast, punch in, spit balderdash, punch out, tip the flask Loosen the tie at the bus stop, nicotine device in mouth Time flies in a flash when making $4.25 Puff puff but don't pa** Saturday night live, switch the plates lets fly Black mask, tools grasped, party crash the gala Robbing like Sherwood, no fast moves in my hood Cash rules, pint gla** full so I can play the fool My advice: stay in school, hit the books good and marry that girl already Option two, bake the pies, stay on the gra** Tell Mom a few white lies, hit the ground running Ride the riptide like a slip and slide - once burned, twice shy But finding great pride dumbing with homie and cousin Gotta prepaid, gotta throw away cell Switch math every ten days, game hotter than hell Going grade ain't hard to tell Good times had by all Two nines had them boys bird call Admittedly I had a ball ya'll but I gotta be out on rope ladders attached to helicopters Don't forget the way Woods fade away All they could say is that the dro was hella proper Plus the flow dangerous like Chinese choppers, unlicensed doctors M. Bison in the streets, Mike Tyson at the opera Top shotta since the principal had to pop his locker Billy Dee Williams, how I cold co*ked her Sound good on paper neighbor but real capers pulled in sky scrapers Now who the mack? Goldie, Shaft, Sweet Motherf**ing Sweetback My verse will get those blunts cracked I can see in red, black, gold and green 'Catch Me If You Can' - nah mean? [Verse 4: Privilege] Blowing in the wind, same as Maui Wowie Bask in the starlight like Stella It's Bobby's World, Cape Town with Howie Mandela (So how's your fella?) Barely relevant, scarcely intelligent Enough to bluff with the likes of crime dog McGruff Royal flush, Texas don't hold 'em enough Illadelph came through and rigged the back of that pick up truck To this burl we stumped, sitting on Curly's trunk Lots of gold, 800 English, lots of Olde n***as drunk it down 'til they extra bold Watch those lips like Smith in Hitchco*k in Birds What I'm seeing through my rear window's absurd Yo, in these real streets dog M for Murder To Catch a Thief Super crime hoof, Andy Griffith's beat, yo M for Murder To Catch a Thief