Ghettosocks - Read-A-Book lyrics
[Ghettosocks - Read-A-Book lyrics]
I can move a crowd with the
Wave of my hand and
If knowledge is a weapon- I'm a dangerous man
MCs be mythologically rockin' the booth
Keep on claiming Hercules? Call me DrSeuss in
Case you didn't get the drift-
I'm shootin' gift about books most rappers
Are scared to death- they're scared
To look c'mon player- fill up your
Mind and rhyme honestly the god's
Laughin' at you I call it divine
Comedy i sympathize with villains
In a paradise lost, sip Fruitopia through
A pair of nice straws
Decode DaVinci's strokes in a
Scary night fog
These boys ain't hard- they're Hardy
Boys wearing my jock so get off
My Phillip K dick- learn to read and write
Then you might think of some stuff to
Burn the speed of light smarten up-
I'll tell you time and again- you hit the
Club- I hit the library tryna get brain
Bring it
I read at night with a white lighter
Flicked on in a tent to
See the truth- the hype writer of
The innocent I don't promote guns
Like Heston might or 50 cent 'cause that's
The one-buttoned typewriter of the ignorant
Chicken noodle soup for the soul? Hellsno-
It's Ghettosocks the Autobot keepin
You in the know fuck the hype of
Media- I'm not the type to
Be beatin' ya y'all bite but can't
Take me out like encyclopedias
Stupid idiots brag that they diss me
Keep on getting it backwards like
They're Agatha Christie untangle
The mystery 'til
Your brains' mangled and crispy
Forget it- Stephen King couldn't handle
The misery and on the
Real I don't blame these
Cats this system that
We're livin' in is lame and
Wack with Junior high
Girls going off to learn in a thong
Your english class will probably analyze the
Words to this song- c'mon
Wave of my hand and
If knowledge is a weapon- I'm a dangerous man
MCs be mythologically rockin' the booth
Keep on claiming Hercules? Call me DrSeuss in
Case you didn't get the drift-
I'm shootin' gift about books most rappers
Are scared to death- they're scared
To look c'mon player- fill up your
Mind and rhyme honestly the god's
Laughin' at you I call it divine
Comedy i sympathize with villains
In a paradise lost, sip Fruitopia through
A pair of nice straws
Decode DaVinci's strokes in a
Scary night fog
These boys ain't hard- they're Hardy
Boys wearing my jock so get off
My Phillip K dick- learn to read and write
Then you might think of some stuff to
Burn the speed of light smarten up-
I'll tell you time and again- you hit the
Club- I hit the library tryna get brain
Bring it
I read at night with a white lighter
Flicked on in a tent to
See the truth- the hype writer of
The innocent I don't promote guns
Like Heston might or 50 cent 'cause that's
The one-buttoned typewriter of the ignorant
Chicken noodle soup for the soul? Hellsno-
It's Ghettosocks the Autobot keepin
You in the know fuck the hype of
Media- I'm not the type to
Be beatin' ya y'all bite but can't
Take me out like encyclopedias
Stupid idiots brag that they diss me
Keep on getting it backwards like
They're Agatha Christie untangle
The mystery 'til
Your brains' mangled and crispy
Forget it- Stephen King couldn't handle
The misery and on the
Real I don't blame these
Cats this system that
We're livin' in is lame and
Wack with Junior high
Girls going off to learn in a thong
Your english class will probably analyze the
Words to this song- c'mon