Bookhead - JJ DOOM

They love to know the story, more grody than Mr. Crowley

For those embarrassed, to no holier than thou, Imoli habits

Parrots to the goat, we bring 'em up to speed slowly

On the low key, kindles is phoney D

Tastes stale — see the world in shades of greyscale

Right there in black-and-white, protected by chain mail

Today’s the day maids await to see a cisternum

Took my little mens with her, told 'em love 'em, kissed him

He’s always sensitive, youngins is on some new stuff

Can’t sit still or 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

to the brain, shoot off into orbit

How you know Octagon?

Or much less?

To get the good stuff, you gotta get out to the Amazon

With any luck, you might could score locally

Keep it on the hush when you’re speaking on it vocally

Then you gotta be on the in, a known member

I think I still owe him a little something since November, whatever

Who need credit when cash speak?

Get it — sweating, sitting on his packets its last week

We’ve all got our weaknesses, living and functioning with dead

Some will end up fudging numbers, bugging and lunching instead.

to the head

Second best trick to get the chicks to the bed

Uh, Ive been hit, Ive been

Uh, Ive been hit, Ive been

Uh, Ive been hit, Ive been

Uh, Ive been hit, Ive been

Uh, Ive been hit, Ive been

Uh, Ive been hit, Ive been