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 passed L's in the back Marion 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 shit, 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 wankers, who crump without me? Motherfucking paper, what a waste of time Dark days spent waking life Spent shaking strife from the pain of minds 10:30 show at the painted bride [Interlude] This is not a political issue, it is a business issue Did you convert stock worth 66 million dollars? I-- I don't know but-- I don't have the records with me Would it surprise you to learn that you did that? No, that would-- that would not be surprising Government is the problem The societies which have achieved the most spectacular broad-based economic progress in the shortest amount of time. What unites them all is their willingness to believe in the magic of the marketplace [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 pass Saturday night live, switch the plates lets fly Black mask, tools grasped, party crash the gala Robbin' like Sherwood, no fast moves in my hood Cash rules, pint glass 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 grass Tell Mom a few white lies, hit the ground running Ride the riptide like a slip and slide - once burned, twice shy Probably get high 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 how 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 to wave as 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 cocked her Sound good on paper neighbor but real capers pulled in sky scrapers Now who the mack? Goldie, Shaft, Sweet Motherfucking 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 Niggas drunk it down 'til they extra bold Watch those lips like Smith in Hitchcock in Birds What I'm seeing through my rear window's absurd Yo, in these real streets dial M for Murder To Catch a Thief Super crime hoof, Andy Griffith's beat, yo M for Murder To Catch a Thief You said you're getting a little scared of making a little too much, and I tend to agree with you