Ghettosocks - Lapping the Sun lyrics

Big Socks on the set, break your cameras out
Words are sexy but I never
Took the glamorous route
I brought beaucoup bouquets of bombs
To drop on 'em comin' in so many colors kids
Say I jock autumn
Move swift, lappin' the sun and use gifts
Clippin' overgrown egos leave
Opponents useless
Cats are fabricating fabulous
See me scatter ashes tabulate the abacus and
Leave 'em flabbergasted
Advanced lyrical rain dance
Man of the house stays tecked-out
Still wearin' the same pants strange lands
Travel the globe with veined hands
And stop the spinning with
Fingertips like fate plans
Alpha what? Align astrological signs
Swap symbols in the temple tryin'
To follow the Mayans
Standing out by taking the
Road that's less travelled
Unraveling the code of the
Soul and bless samples
Channeling the cold of the
Poles and press mantles
Chosen for the hold of
The throne set examples
Prone to blow spots and restore
Lost faith in the gods
Save the applause 'til I'm
Done blazin' these frauds
I made a cause of bringing flavor to jaws
Taste it and pause
Patience of the ancients when
I'm lacin' these bars
Praise Allah 'cause I'm stayin' involved
Until the time the mind-frames of
The basic evolve
And the heat don't know me, I'm too cold
Shatter the track like
Glass masters, origami, two-fold
Slow ducks catch orange pistols
Fuck a next level-
Get a smack from a warp whistle

I come from a planet
Where the dominant inhabitants
Panic and plant pieces of
Metal in the inanimate
DNA strands are spliced in cryo-cabinets
Part primate, part god- rock banana clips
Television: learn to read and
Spell it with 'em
Mental prison expelling wisdom while
I excel on rhythms
And I ain't trying to save
The day- I'm playing
Keep-away with your brain in
A field of razor-blades
Don't trip, secret opponents get blown lids
And I'm proposing that foes who
Oppose get domes bit
I mind my own biz watching time-zones shift
Spittin' poems that are prone to
Leave a clone's bones stripped
Heads buried deep in the basement
Nodding to the boom bap 'cause
They agree with the statement
Cheap labour on unable
Labels needing replacement
Ain't hype- bite the curb like
You're eatin' the pavement
And proving the existence of
God isn't that hard
When mathematics equate and translate
The visions of art
And vice-versa my vice is to write verses
That might hurt your feelings
Twice and entice murder
Parallel to nothin'- make
Your comprehension malfunction
So keep coordinates tucked in don't
Rush in when I'm bustin- all spontaneous
That's you tastin' flames while combustin'