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Sock Full Of Batteries

This song is by Deepspace 5 and appears on the album Bake Sale (2008).

[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

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