We've been friends a long time but i'm sorry i have to kill you. These rhymes involve minds like Pine Sol dissolves mildew. Allow me to extrapolate, i'll seal a rapper's fate from a ceiling fan with cellophane and some packing tape. Ever since the seventh grade i had to gravitate and when i heard Kane i said 'damn that rapper's great'. So now i navigate with battered crates filled with magic plates and enough tricks to outwit the average ape. i'll shake a chimp's hand and shape-shift by the quicksand, swing by a vine and save a lion in a quick jam. I had a membership at the zoo for eleven years. They all knew my name like Norm when he stepped in Cheers. Spent too much time with the penguins and was asked to leave, but that's aight cause i cut myself some backup keys. I'm too nice- animals can sense my good nature, feeding trail mix to wack MCs with a wooden stapler. LRG was gonna sponsor but i blew my chance when the rep walked in on me wearing a goose for pants. I'll do a dance like Ed McMahon just threw me grands and spew a load on the camera crew without using hands. Rap technologies are biological, with warning labels that read 'danger! highly volatile'. Suckaz wanna step to the true and try the honorable with visuals so rich your mama had to buy a monocle.
The rhythm is timeless and these villains are spineless. I'll give 'em love taps and straight kill em with kindness. The flyest MC on the no-fly list. Insomniac on the skills? Nope- no eyelids. I brought goodie bags of knowledge for the mobs to snack on and some tails for these donkey-faced zombies to tack-on. Articulate and tickle plates with rigorous passion and pixilate a missile base- ridiculous hats on. Out of ten I rate a horizontal figure eight. These cats ain't happenin' like tourin' Montreal in figure skates. I'll bake a pretty cake that won't match your shitty face, kiss the ring then remember how your mama's titties taste. I'll knit a sweater out of olive leaves and send it to your crib with a letter of apology. You'll prolly frame it on your wall thinking all is peace, but if you read it backwards, you'd see it says you swallow pee. Follow G to the H double T- O- Halifax got enough MCs to double T.O. I get run outta town every time I bust a free show: 'floor it motherfucker!' I am, it's just a Geo! Petting baby llamas how the man do- damn you- on the mic like koalas on to bamboo. It's all factual- all phat- the god's rational. Raw raps spannning all maps- it's all natural.
from Get Some Friends,
released November 15, 2006
Produced, written, performed & cuts by Ghettosocks
Noted as one of the top rappers in Canada (The CBC’s Top 25 Greatest Canadian Rappers Ever), Ghettosocks is a JUNO Award nominated Hip Hop Producer and MC born in Ottawa and living in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada.