Bookfiend Songtext
von JJ DOOM

Answer to the riddle, more hidden than a crook
The only way they find it if it′s spittin' in a hook

Look, they love to know the story more grody than Mr. Crowley
For those embarrassed to know holier than thou or moly habits
Paris to the Gobi, bring ′em up to speed slowly
On the low key, Kindles is phony D


Taste stale, see the world in shades of grayscale
Right there in black and white protected by chain mail
Today's the day maids away to see a system 'em
Took my little mens with her, told ′em loved ′em, kissed 'em
These oversensitive youngins is on some new stuff
Can′t sit still, focus the time it take to do enough
From off the mean streets of the "Can I get a dollar?" dude
Above measure the singular pleasure of solitude
It's your poison, if you so choose absorb it
Feel it in your veins ′til the brain shoot off into orbit

How you know octagon or much less tetragrammaton?
To get the good stuff you need to get out to the Amazon

With any luck you might could score locally
Just keep it on the hush when you speakin' on it vocally
Then you gotta be on the in, a known member

I think I still owe ′em lil' somethin' since November, whatever

Who need credit when cash speak?
Get it, sweatin′ sittin′ on this package from last week
We all got our weaknesses along with the functionin' dead
Some′ll end up fudgin' numbers, buggin′ the luncheon instead

It's Netflix to the head
Second best trick to get the chicks to the bed

Answer to the riddle, more hidden than a crook
Only way they find it, spittin′ in a hook