Taste Your Soul

from THAT RACKET by Kapeesh & The Beatfarmer

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*the pretty ones are all the same*

lyrics

She keeps on passing me by/ cause she thinks she's so fly/
Ultra sly tactics can't dash the practiced/
I've met my match in crafty packaging/
She can't catch feelings. If she does it's barehanded/ and hoses foes/ nobody's ever stolen home/
Gravity has a hell of a time keeping down/ the sharpest knife in the box of crayons/
(Whistle) She hates the sound/ but responds every time/ like one of Pavlov's pups/
When she blows a kiss the other hand goes auto-clinch/ just in case you doubt her tough/
She takes her drink straight cause she ain't sweet/ after stirring it with the stem of the roses she eats/
The show don't start 'til her bangs are peeled back/ thousand yard swag lookin right past you kats/


Passwords, knocks, and secret codes/
Trust no man, to each her own/
But how many licks 'til I crush your mold/
Drown your front, and taste your soul/
Passwords, knocks, and secret codes/
Trust no man, to each her own/
But how many licks 'til I crush your mold/
Drown your front, and taste your soul/


Her boots are made for walkin but she refuses/
Self-respect is up for auction when she chooses/
Don't see ladies like her often and she knows that/
Against her best efforts arrogance levels be oozing/
Frostbitten at the core/ got dudes smitten after spittin to em raw/
Think she's on the level but the level is floor/ where she like to get it in/ she's not into gentle men/
You make the rules that she bends into oblivion/
The exception to sin/
Accept no less than perfection/
When allurement is used as a weapon/
Got them gifts that only her mama could give/
Her reflection is her nemesis and her best friend/
Crazy cliche, like the tattoo's she won't show/
Damned if you do, damned if you don't though/


Passwords, knocks, and secret codes/
Trust no man, to each her own/
But how many licks 'til I crush your mold/
Drown your front, and taste your soul/
Passwords, knocks, and secret codes/
Trust no man, to each her own/
But how many licks 'til I crush your mold/
Drown your front, and taste your soul/


She goes hard all night, cause true control/ gets misconstrued in cruise control/
You're just a fish, in shark waters so don't bother/ playing captain save a martyr/
She goes hard all night cause true control, gets misconstrued in cruise control/
You're just a fish, in shark waters so don't bother/ playing captain save a martyr/

credits

from THAT RACKET, released February 3, 2012

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