Read-A-Book

[Verse 1]
I can move a crowd with the wave of my hand and if knowledge is a weapon- I'm a dangerous man. MCs be mythologically rockin' the booth, keep on claiming Hercules? Call me Dr.Seuss. In case you didn't get the drift- I'm shootin' gift about books. Most rappers are scared to death- they're scared to look. C'mon player- fill up your mind and rhyme honestly. The god's laughin' at you I call it divine comedy. I sympathize with villains in a paradise lost, sip Fruitopia through a pair of nice straws, decode DaVinci's strokes in a scary night fog- these boys ain't hard- they're Hardy Boys wearing my jock. So get off my Phillip K. Dick- learn to read and write, then you might think of some stuff to burn the speed of light. Smarten up- I'll tell you time and again- you hit the club- I hit the library tryna get brain, bring it

[Verse 2]
I read at night with a white lighter flicked on in a tent to see the truth- the hype writer of the innocent. I don't promote guns like Heston might or 50 cent 'cause that's the one-buttoned typewriter of the ignorant. Chicken noodle soup for the soul? Hellsno- it's Ghettosocks the Autobot keepin you in the know. Fuck the hype of media- I'm not the type to be beatin' ya. Y'all bite but can't take me out like encyclopedias. Stupid idiots brag that they diss me keep on getting it backwards like they're Agatha Christie. Untangle the mystery 'til your brains' mangled and crispy, forget it- Stephen King couldn't handle the misery. And on the real I don't blame these cats. This system that we're livin' in is lame and wack with Junior high girls going off to learn in a thong-
Your english class will probably analyze the words to this song- c'mon