JJ DOOM - Bookhead lyrics
[JJ DOOM - Bookhead lyrics]
The lust that sold the story
Grodier than Mr crowley
For those embarrassed to know holier
Than thou Imoli habit's paris to the Gobi
Bring 'em up to speed slowly
On the low key, Kindles is phony D
Tastes stale - see the words
In shades of grayscale
Right there in black-and-white
Protected by chain mail
Today's the day made your way
To see your sister’n’um
Took my little mens with her
Told her loved 'em, kisseded him
These oversensitive youngins is on
Some new stuff can't sit still and focus
The time it take to do enough
From 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
Veins to the brain, shoot off into orbit
How you know octagon? or
Much less tetragrammaton?
To get the good stuff
You gotta get out to the Amazon
With any luck, your mic could score locally
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 him
Little somethin' since November, whatever
Who need credit when cash speak?
Get it - sweatin'
Sittin' on his package since last week
We all got weaknesses
Even the functionin' dead
Some will end up fudgin' numbers
Buggin' and lunchin' instead
Netflix in the head
Second best trick to get chicks into bed
Uh, I’ve been hit, I’ve been
Uh, I’ve been hit, I’ve been
Uh, I’ve been hit, I’ve been
Uh, I’ve been hit, I’ve been
Uh, I’ve been hit, I’ve been
Uh, I’ve been hit, I’ve been
Grodier than Mr crowley
For those embarrassed to know holier
Than thou Imoli habit's paris to the Gobi
Bring 'em up to speed slowly
On the low key, Kindles is phony D
Tastes stale - see the words
In shades of grayscale
Right there in black-and-white
Protected by chain mail
Today's the day made your way
To see your sister’n’um
Took my little mens with her
Told her loved 'em, kisseded him
These oversensitive youngins is on
Some new stuff can't sit still and focus
The time it take to do enough
From 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
Veins to the brain, shoot off into orbit
How you know octagon? or
Much less tetragrammaton?
To get the good stuff
You gotta get out to the Amazon
With any luck, your mic could score locally
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 him
Little somethin' since November, whatever
Who need credit when cash speak?
Get it - sweatin'
Sittin' on his package since last week
We all got weaknesses
Even the functionin' dead
Some will end up fudgin' numbers
Buggin' and lunchin' instead
Netflix in the head
Second best trick to get chicks into bed
Uh, I’ve been hit, I’ve been
Uh, I’ve been hit, I’ve been
Uh, I’ve been hit, I’ve been
Uh, I’ve been hit, I’ve been
Uh, I’ve been hit, I’ve been
Uh, I’ve been hit, I’ve been