take take, the medicine tastes great, got the key to the city iʼm wake bake,nway before the media shitting or 12 zip of ganked paint, the origin of a thieverynleader would take place, 2 coke bottles adorn the rogue toddler, grapplena refrigerator, gaffle a nilla wafer, and no role model provoke him to shiftnfocus, cuz he notice that a cookie tastes better when itʼs stolen, kids gotnthe darndest quirks, 11ʼs arm skip jars for his mommaʼs purse and boughtnenough fireworks from the bullies to blow up a small barn which he kept in anbox in the yard, and the bark isnʼt carved from a clepto anthem, but a cleptontangent preface the grand canvas, dance to the dirge, stand up, celebrate thennatural need to own what ainʼt earned, own what ainʼt earned, see it rolls offna tongue like a smoke ring rolls off a lung ʻtil itʼs done, ready set, kept pettyntheft on a post-it , later apply the motives to a moment on some grown shit,nhey, you with the sharpe and BM did you foreplay the G.M. or you carpe thendiem? whore play the porn game fornicate the sure way to freedom? or correlatenwith the sword play and heathens? trickery and back-talk fresh out ofnhigh school on the prickly catwalk of the modern grind slide rule, every lastnnumber in his history got itʼs own little hustle to nuzzle up with the victory,nthanks, bathe in a bottle of your finest, tackleberrys sift through the pissnlooking for diamonds, before the hell appears to put the chemi in the climate,nget your money from the richest get your pussy from the flyest.nslow and low, do or die calm, suicide king in the tuck of the palmnslow and low, do or die stuck, two to five cans in the tuck of the trunknand these are the five fingers that are stealing from you,nand these are the five fingers that are stealing from you,nand these are the five fingers that are stealing from you...none by one like little confused penguins, larcenynʼs yes-men ooze for used weapons like anbitter little burglar jaded up out the bucket seatnis dumb enough to feel like the public owe himna fucking thing, nope, gotta configure the fivenfinger so the hot-wired vehicular skill is applicable,nif an eyeʼs on the prize and the itch ainʼtnflushed, i hope the fruits of your labor outlive theninitial rush like hey! step on the abysmal cuspnwith matchmakers trying to make the mixed signalsnfuck, then incubate the mutt baby throughnhis stigmaʼs crutch, now he will learn to walknafter he lifts the drums, and this is certified milknby the new york department of skullduggery,nshoplift quicker than your shutter-speed, click,nmissed, he dipped with dumb cutlery, in and outnof muddy river water ʻtil the rutter bleed, skipnaround the money pillar, color me bunny killernhovering wear the mother feed, gutter greed kingnout a crummy motherfucker breed, fuck with me,nit go knock knock rummy at a bruckner speed,nthe seedʼs all grownsed up playing grown peoplengames, evil aims grown, encompass the wholensteeple chase, grip, mitigate the master plan, sonwhen the workers are asleep the riffraff expands,nand yes a pig is a cop, but gotta fill up the flock,nso when i rake in the bacon i hope the kiddiesnwill watch, i hope the flipping of the system willnbe heavily clocked, cuz opportunityʼs fickle, afternit trickle it stop, capture the flag, drag that crassnlittle bastard flat through the haz-mat and glass,nlaugh when he ask for it back, scratch that, welcomento the magic in a basket of cash