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letra de sock full of batteries - deepspace5

[intro: freddie bruno]
yeah, grown man talk
sev statik, the listener, fred beans huh
yeah

[verse 1: sev statik]
we supply a voice that’s sometimes unheard
ignored, underrated, but it’s all for the lord
with the kickback, hit ’em with the click clack
hammer of the risen god who told me to spit that
we drop less syllables on doomsday
you can save the conscious raps for kanye and lupe
there’s no haterade involved with this
caught up in the mix cause you brought the wrong lyrics
i’m the firstborn born again to breathe new life
sev statik, a living sword, i seek to slice
the darkness that prevails when you leave the spot
truth picked up for christ isn’t easily dropped
hey yo, don’t get it twizzled, they sound real close
even using the words to color up their flows
don’t ever cop to it when it’s all image
they serving all of ya’ll with grandma’s religion

[chorus: sev statik & freddie bruno]
you can’t separate me from my words or mics
you can’t separate us from our walk in life
you can talk all the junk that you want tonight
this is ministry, son, we gonna spit it right
you can’t separate me from my words or mics
you can’t separate us from our walk in life
you can talk all the junk that you want tonight
this is ministry, son, we gonna spit it right

[verse 2: listener]
i’ve got a sock full of batteries, i’m swinging electric
in cotton poly blend knee high athletic
twirl it all around, watch [?] connecting
your time’s up, shake it left right kinetic
toe after toe i float sneak like a phantom
one finger on my lips, the others on a candle
wrinkle my eyebrows, and mustache and tandem
switching my stance and tactics at random
like a soldier in jail i make prison weapons
toothbrush knives, soap sheds hot water zeppelins
grape jelly wine and cigarettes with epinephrine
trade ’em in the yard secretly for my collection
making funny money trying to stack up my salary
tie a knot in my stocking family style for mallory
please don’t worry, fret, or shed sweat calories
it’s just a sock with a knot and a couple watch batteries

[break]
everybody hates me now, even you
i can’t do anything right. i need help

[freddie b]
on the outside looking in
follow suit, step and fetch if you here to win
played the game like the 4th quarter never ends
i’m in the home team’s territory
quick to throw a bomb to your regime
never do me in, trials of the foolish men
thick and thin bl–dy residue on my pad and pen
after him, no one’s left standing in his wake
your destructing will ensue at the pressing of the tape
it’s the lone star ape; feed me stacks of them breaks
and i’ll defecate a verse that can shatter your debate
i’ve been doing this since b-i-d became preachers
rock youth groups and clubs and school bleachers
you tools can’t teach us or build walls to keep us
that style you was rocking was taking from guest features
on back to dust, fed up with disgust
that n-body sees the love in the writes we bust
hit ’em!

- deepspace5

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