I was talking to this chick, she said "let's go soon", then I was chased by a T-Rex. Geoff Goldblume. Wheels spinnin' in the mud, Th-Thuds closin' in, feet stompin' pedals like Rodney catchin' toes to chin. The reptile was fast and large- don't tell me they're extinct-
cause you haven't seen Jurrassic Park. I ain't playin'- players got torn in half; that's what you get for movin' slower than a tortoise ass. I'm on my way, people move your arms and legs. Get these pandas out the crate quick- 'andale'. I can't play it like philosophers and contemplate, I'm on the run like officers want my name. I gotta- bounce outta there lickity-split, quick on my own two forget your rickity-whip, listen: 'vite vite'- that's the sound of my feet feet, squeekin on the street with the speed to delete creeps. Speech splatters the meek after we meet on the track leaving the wack in unique patterns. That results in catapultin' weak chatter- pistons squeeze hammers and imbeciles bleed matter. DJs'll freak that up. I'm moving at a sleek gallop over some beats that'll heat gats up. T-Rex's outta eat salad, but if a rapper's tryna battle that'll mean that I'll need ketchup.
Y'all hardcore? Step to a T-Rex. Y'all want war? Step to a T-Rex. Y'all want more? Step to a T-Rex. Yo big Joshua- just let the beat flex.
I ditched the jeep with blistered feet, sprinting like a gold medalist from Mr. T. Unbearably hype- moving cause I cherish my life, suckas stay behind like baby chairs on a bike. Fuck a speed limit, I'm tryna breathe with it, but I'm wheezin' til I'm purple like I be Grimace. Audiences don't listen after three minutes, no wonder clever motherfuckers need gimmicks. No lenses in the glasses- before your friend asks if it's for real or pretend- that's it. Don't question it like border guards to Mexicans, please move your ass out the way when I'm exitin'. Ben Johnson- where you at still? I'll tear the track killed and wear a black kilt. I'll square a mapped hill, somewhere and jack jill, compare the rap skills to pteradactyls. Unusually fly with a tight flow. You're sayin' 'true guy' like a Dela Soul typo. Nitro Nike kicks with the white toe that might glow moving at the speed that light goes. Tyranical lizard plans to eat lots. Can't find the wizard spanned the g-spots. I ran for a minute 'cross the land lke Ewoks, a damn T-REX can't step to G-Socks.
from Get Some Friends,
released November 15, 2006
Produced, written & performed by Ghettosocks, cuts by DJ Josh
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.