Ghettosocks - Recreation lyrics

It’s that kid that loves
Animals spitting those flammables
Driving moms crazy like fine young cannibals
Don’t get upset ‘cause my flow’s so natural
You mad ‘cause I’m styling on you all casual
These other cats are kinda jealous
Must be those raps
They so humbling and bust egos fast
Is it ‘cause I got by and didn’t need no gat?
Or ‘cause I roll with nine
Dimes like Tuxedo Mask?
Either way, who’s hurting kids
Who’s earning chips
With a verbal gift, and who’s working shifts?
Who cruises on crews leaving blue-purple lips
And disperses verses so superfluous?
No doubt, you know we got skills
While these midgets ain’t equipped to
Rep the Lollipop Guild
Nah, I’ma save that for the
Flight ‘cause after tonight


A lot of cats won’t know how to
Act with a mic - word

I call this recreation they
Call it desecration
Put your sweat into your rep
Guess you could say I wreck creations
Without a hesitation known
For blessing stages
Don’t test your fate: a blender ain’t
The place you wanna rest your face in
"Keeping shook crews running
Like they supposed to" "Lace up your boots"
"Hurry, hurry up, run!"
"Take offense, fucking gotta be that way"
"Alright, then" "I know the routine"

We’re back in effect
Another patch on the vet
Cashier cross-eyed when she cashed
In the check
Gimme that paper ‘cause I’m past the respect
Spend the kind of cash on pasta
You have to for rent
Cliques rolling deep, we bound to get live
The Undercrown hoodie with the
Red and brown highs
Twenty bucks cover? Shit
I’m down to get mine we’re dumbing out
Thumbing out counterfeit fives
On the dance floor doing tai chi
Sipping chi tea
Chicks in knee-highs with my man Highny
Creep in a bears coat, stares Chinese
Chinese chick stares back like ‘why me?’
Pair of eyebrows like Ming the Merciless
Josh in the whip like rings to circuses
Apt in the crates with breaks to murder kids
Bix on the beat like heat to furnaces

I call this recreation they
Call it desecration
Put your sweat into your rep
Guess you could say I wreck creations
Without a hesitation known
For blessing stages
Don’t test your fate: a blender ain’t
The place you wanna rest your face in
"Keeping shook crews running -
Like they supposed to" "Lace up your boots"
"Hurry, hurry up, run!"
"Take offense, fucking gotta be that way"
"Alright, then" "I know the routine"

Socks rocks the populous at prosperous pace
While getting props like an octopus
In octaves of eight
Not even talking to the god
Unless the topic is great
Or get George Strombouloupolous knocked
In the face, homie
Strings swing like some pendulum bling
Slung around somebody’s neck for
The attention it brings
From potential to kinetic
Guess I’m made to be king
I sway the groupies, Dave Suzuki
Check the nature of things
Unbelievable rap steeze, it’s unseizable
You can’t grasp or fathom
The wrath that’s unreachable
In the past assassins
Attacked the unbreachable
But gasped when they gulped
The wrong glass: inconceivable
Kids are fit to fail let alone get the grail
Cruise around for nothin'
Cousin? Stick to sipping ginger ale
I breeze like winter gale
Leave these rappers sick and frail
Ripped the Richter scale and I
Was only clippin’ fingernails

I call this recreation they
Call it desecration
Put your sweat into your rep
Guess you could say I wreck creations
Without a hesitation known
For blessing stages
Don’t test your fate: a blender ain’t
The place you wanna rest your face in
"Keeping shook crews running
Like they supposed to" "Lace up your boots"
"Hurry, hurry up, run!"
"Take offense, fucking gotta be that way"
"Alright, then" "I know the routine"