Bookhead Lyrics - 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 

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, 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 it's 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, 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