JJ DOOM - Bookfiend (Clams Casino Version) lyrics
[JJ DOOM - Bookfiend Clams Casino Version lyrics]
Look, they love to know the story
More grody than Mr crowley
For those embarrassed to know holier
Than thou Imoli habit's
Paris to the Gobi bring him
Up to speed slowly
On the low key, Kindles is phony D
Taste stale
See the world in shades of gray-scale
Right there in black and white
Protected by chain mail today’s the day
Made his way to see his sister'n'um
Took my little mens with her
Told em loved em kisseded them
These over-sensitive youngins' is on
Some new stuff
Can't sit still - focus the time
It takes to do enough
From off the mean streets of the
‘Can I get a dollar dude?’
Above measure the singular
Pleasure of solitude
It’s your poison, if you so choose, absorb it
Feel it in your veins to the
Brain shoot off into orbit
How you know octagon? Or
Much less Tetragrammaton
To get the good stuff you need
To get out to the Amazon
With any luck we might just score locally
Shh, keep it on the hush when
You speakin' on it vocally
Then you gotta be on the in, a known member
I think I still owe 'em
Lil something since November, whatever
Who need credit when cash speak, get it
Sweatin' sittin on this package
From last week we all got our weaknesses
Along with the functionin' dead
Some'll end up fudgin' numbers
Buggin' and lunchin' instead
It’s Netflix to the head
Second best trick to get the
Chicks to the bed
Answer to the riddle
More hidden than a crook
The only way they find it
If he’s spittin' in a hook
More grody than Mr crowley
For those embarrassed to know holier
Than thou Imoli habit's
Paris to the Gobi bring him
Up to speed slowly
On the low key, Kindles is phony D
Taste stale
See the world in shades of gray-scale
Right there in black and white
Protected by chain mail today’s the day
Made his way to see his sister'n'um
Took my little mens with her
Told em loved em kisseded them
These over-sensitive youngins' is on
Some new stuff
Can't sit still - focus the time
It takes to do enough
From off the mean streets of the
‘Can I get a dollar dude?’
Above measure the singular
Pleasure of solitude
It’s your poison, if you so choose, absorb it
Feel it in your veins to the
Brain shoot off into orbit
How you know octagon? Or
Much less Tetragrammaton
To get the good stuff you need
To get out to the Amazon
With any luck we might just score locally
Shh, keep it on the hush when
You speakin' on it vocally
Then you gotta be on the in, a known member
I think I still owe 'em
Lil something since November, whatever
Who need credit when cash speak, get it
Sweatin' sittin on this package
From last week we all got our weaknesses
Along with the functionin' dead
Some'll end up fudgin' numbers
Buggin' and lunchin' instead
It’s Netflix to the head
Second best trick to get the
Chicks to the bed
Answer to the riddle
More hidden than a crook
The only way they find it
If he’s spittin' in a hook