Deepspace 5 - Sock Full Of Batteries lyrics

[Sev Statik] We supply a voice that 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 Luppy[?] 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 this spot Truth picked up for Christ isn't easily dropped Hey yo, don't get it twizziled, they sound real close Even using the words to color up their throws Don't ever cop to it when it's all image They serving all of ya'll with grandma's religion You can't separate me from my words or mic You can't separate us from our walk in life You can talk all the chalk you want tonight This is ministry, son, we gonna spit it right You can't separate me from my words or mic You can't separate us from our walk in life You can talk all the chalk you want tonight This is ministry, son, we gonna spit it right [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????? connect it Your times 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?????? Please don't worry, fret, or shed sweat calories It's just a sock with a knot and a couple watch batteries (Everybody hates me now, even you) (I can't do anything right. I need help) You can't separate me from my words or mic You can't separate us from our walk in life You can talk all the chalk you want tonight This is ministry, son, we gonna spit it right You can't separate me from my words or mic You can't separate us from our walk in life You can talk all the chalk you want tonight This is ministry, son, we gonna spit it right [Freddie B] On the outside looking in Follow suits, step and fetch if you here to win Played the game like the 4th quarter never ends I'm in the home teams territory, Quick to throw a bomb to your regime Never do me in, trials of the foolish men Thick and thin bloody residue on my pad and pen After him, no-ones 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 nobody sees the love in the writes we bust You can't separate me from my words or mic You can't separate us from our walk in life You can talk all the chalk you want tonight This is ministry, son, we gonna spit it right You can't separate me from my words or mic You can't separate us from our walk in life You can talk all the chalk you want tonight This is ministry, son, we gonna spit it right