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Ghettosocks
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Stolen Kids
It's the kid with the Megatron-grill about to blast. Socks without the frames like Optimus Prime without the mask - just don't look right - and you're a bad accident out the passanger side window, so don't look right. Alpha Flight stencils all outside of your workplace so you're always thinking 'bout us when you're out on your smoke break. 'New-movement rappers'- we kill 'em in piles. We're simply better than your homeboys, you're still in denial - face it. I'm obligated to leave the stage obliterated spittin' this verbatim a way to get you broad titilated. Pick up a Bic and scribble riddles so the critics praise it. Flick a fader to rip a crater where your fitted had laid at. Get real - shorty said I got sex appeal? Well 'bah-chicka-wah-wah' I bet the betty's sweats'll peel. Moral of the story：I don't have to flex the steel, but still put heat to chests so you learn how a pearl necklace feels.
(Get 'em Socks) No doubt, you know we got skills while these midgets ain't equipped to rep the Lollipop Guild. Yo Bix, they're over wih. I keep it moving like stolen kicks, strolling through the frozen snowin' Canada's cold as a bitch.
PH aka Facepuncher P, fresher than red-snapper straight out the fuckin' sea. Crispy as a Benji out Diddy's pocket, when I'm on stage ain't no question. 'Did he rock it?' Ghettosocks is the mellow profit. Me - I'm more of a Hell Boy：one punch knock the eye out your socket. New Jordan Fusions on (the Tribe Edition) I got the flyest women in my division in designer linen, flyness is my addiction, and if you test me - word to Gretzky, I'll high-stick 'em. Mess up their eye's vision 'til they cry limpin', then I strip 'em of their fly kicks and drag them through the snow 'cause they lacking with the dough. How'd they manage to get dough was by acting like a hoe. PH：one fifth of Bullet Tooth Tony. These new kicks? They bullet-proof homie.
(Get 'em Socks) No doubt, you know we got skills while these midgets ain't equipped to rep the Lollipop Guild. Yo Bix, they're over wih. I keep it moving like stolen kicks, strolling through the frozen snowin' Canada's cold as a bitch.
It's night time, and while you babysitters write rhymes, we hit the streets like Batman out to fight crime. Peace to bombing addicts - watch me palm the planet, got your girl spittin' seeds like was gnawing on a pomagranite. In the club cameras swivel for the best angle, catch vandals grip black mops like a tech handle. Ghostbustin'- Marsha's mellow man'll get mangled - so lean back like parallelagrams to rectangles. Beatbox? that's the same thing as mouth-farting. I'd rather eat box with my tongue south darting. Don't play kid, 'cause I'll show up at your house party sipping orange pekoe tea-dot without Kardi. And I don't need any weapons to wet your clique 'cause I can reach into your chest just like a bag of ketchup chips. If your homie's passed out, then I'll tag your man, wake up grill covered with an Alpha Flight ambigram.
(Get 'em Socks) No doubt, you know we got skills while these midgets ain't equipped to rep the Lollipop Guild. Yo Bix, they're over wih. I keep it moving like stolen kicks, strolling through the frozen snowin' Canada's cold as a bitch.
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