CC DOOM lyrics : "Bookfiend"
The only way they find it is if they spittin in the hook - look
They love to know the story
More groady than Mr. Crowley
For those embarassed to the holier-than-thou-a-moli - habits
Paris to the Gobi
Bring em up to speed slowly
On the low key
Kindles is phone, D
Taste stale
See the world in shades of greyscale
Right there in black and white
Protected by chain male
Today's the day, made your way to see your sister n 'em
Took my little mens with her, told em, love 'im, kissedin'em
These always-sensitive young'uns is on some new stuff
Can't sit still focused the time it take to do enough
From off the mean streets of the "Can I get a dollar, dude?"
Above measured, the single, the pleasure of solitude
It's your poison, if you so choose absorb it
Feel it in your veins, to your 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
You might just go locally
Just keep it on the hush
When you speakin it vocally
Then you gotta be on the end
A known number
I think I still owe him a little something since November, whatever
Who need credit when cash speak?
Get it - sweattin, sittin on this package from last week
We all got our weaknesses
Along with the funks and the dead
Some of em end up fudgin' numbers, buggin, and lunch em 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 is if they spittin in the hook
(look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look
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