Thinkin’ Cap

[Verse 1: Capital D]

I graduated to grad school by virtue of the fact that I had dues
With fat crews, permanently stain 'em like tattoos
They in bad moods. I mystify 'em with mad tools
These sad fools must be defeated like yakuz
I don't snooze, slip a sleep and I won't lose
I refuse to be defused, I see a few who's
Garbage — another word for refuse
I say "F you" and tell 'em to step
Dues are paid up and paid off. I tell my people to
Stay up while suckers they stay soft like fro
They get laid off and laid up
At hospital wards with escalating bills they can't afford
I detour from the suckers who swings wars
They claim to be god and be lord. But me I just be bored
I'm going seaward to see more of the world
While they stuck on the seashore, high like my SAT score

Yeah yeah yeah, that's for openers
It's the Capital D
No ID there to be
And Tone B Nimbles on the one and the two
It's All Natural, windy city style
Shout outs to the All Stars from the Daily Planet, Spotlight, and Doug Infinite
Now check it

[Verse 2: Capital D]

Yo, it just don't make sense that Cap's forced to condense these comments to fit this mic condenser
So I commence to expand beyond the breadth of those who waste breath in attempts to make bread
My width is multiplied by mental depth and by my longevity so turn up the volume
I'm saying while you focusing on battling D, D flips to 3-D and destroys you toy boys
While bum brothers bang sound so boys in Boise town, I'm worldwide with Worldwide, Kevin that is
Like Brevin to Knight to Bobby to Fisher to Knight to Queen, check the King it's the Capital
Standing second to none, meaning I'm one, the first positive integ[er]
And not a center a Senator. Watch as I enter the ass of enemies like an enema
I'm finna switch up my dialect but never the content, said I'm second to none while you get none like a convent
Constant punishment in form of puns, parodies, parables, proverbs, and gerands
Which is it now? Ending in -ing I'm all business like INC
And I insist that you resist the temptation to come corny and commonplace
As I trance in time and space
For at least 50 I'll be strong rocking, fabulous and fable like Pippi Longstocking
I pull the so-called hards cards like Harbar and prepare to avenge the beating of Lamar Clark
What I'm saying from Clark to Damon through verbal canen I recreated hip-hop land decaying
See D flecks the sketches and etches his name in stone, then turns it over to Tone

[Tone B Nimble scratching]
Educated man x3
With a high IQ

[Verse 3: Capital D]

See dummies is redundant, pimps be politicing but they can't overcome this incumbent
Profound pundit, your style is pungent, that means it stink
A starving out of script, plus D de stink de
Diction be and logical like deduction
Words D mention ain't found in this dimension
When D detect dissension den D grab de microphone like divine intervention
In dealing with adversaries my tactics for dissing vary
I keep 'em running like dysentery disease
Play the dissident and diss dis event and invent verbs to vent anger
Cause I'm not content with your content tent
On your window can't hide you from the wrath as I drive math
See I'm the valedictorian MC historian slaying that so-called sick like Kevorkian
Niggas menacing and grimacing while I be writing like I'm Emmison or Lord Alfred Tennyson diminishing men
Finish a Guiness and then I'm screaming on 'em like Kinison in a sense I be pimpin
I'm not pampering, I leave 'em limping and whimpering
I'm vamping. I'm cramping their style and that's why they not smiling
Cause D be spitting and shitting on they frees and they writtens, turning cool cats to smitten kittens
Kicking smut and greed and gluttony, it brings out the slut in the average MC
[C]IA be making copies of my emails
The FBI they send me spies disguised as fly females
They steal my style cause it's deadly like AIDS, man-made, and niggas catching it like Kool-Aid
The summary is stay the fuck away from Capital D
That's the thesis theme they topic every time I drop shit

[Tone B Nimble scratching]
Educated man with a high IQ

[Capital D]
Ay yo while my man Tone B Nimble dogs on the one and the two
I wanna take this moment to be the first MC in recent memory to not only give a shoutout to niggas who is locked up
I want to give a shoutout to my boy Lucius who just got a job promotion
To my Mr. Greenweaves for returning to school
To discover the all star, my man Coach Howard for working legally to raise they shorties right
Gotta give a shoutout to my man Grio and Roy Curri for becoming teachers
And to Rotney Falls and Mo Job for opening up a business
Peace. It's All Natural