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 niggas 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 niggas 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