Stolen Kicks

[Intro] [Verse 1: Ghettosocks] Yo, 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 passenger side window, so don't look right Alpha Flight stencils all outside of your workplace So you 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 titillated 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 'bow-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 [Hook x2] (Get 'em Socks) No doubt, you know we got skills While these midgets ain't equipped to rep the lollipop guild Yo Bix, they over with, I keep it moving like stolen kicks Strolling through the frozen snowin' Canada's cold as a bitch [Verse 2: PH] PH, aka Facepuncher P Fresher than red snapper straight out the fucking 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 you eye out the 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 try to 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 flow How they manage to get dough was by acting like a ho PH: one sixth of Bullet Tooth Tony These new kicks? They bullet-proof, homie [Hook x2] [Interlude] [Verse 3: Ghettosocks] 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 she's gnawing on a pomegranate 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 parallelograms to rectangles Beatbox? that's the same thing as mouth-farting 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 'Cardi And I don't need any weapons to wet your clique My hands can reach into your chest just like a bag of ketchup chips Your homie's passed out, then I'll tag your man Wake up grill covered with an Alpha Flight ambigram [Hook x2] [Outro]