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Answer to the riddle, more hidden than a crook
The only way they find it is if they spitting in the hook, look
They love to know the story, more grody than Mr. Crowley
For those embarrassed to the holier-than-thou-a-molly, 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 grey scale
Right there in black and white protected by chain male
Today's the day, he made the way to see his sister n 'em
Took my little mens with her, told em love em, kissed em
These always sensitive younglings 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 measured, the single, the pleasure of solitude
It's your poison, if you so choose absorb it
Feel it in your veins, to your 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 just go locally
Just keep it on the hush when you speaking it vocally
Then you gotta be on the in, a known member
I think I still owe him a little something since November, whatever
Who need credit when cash speak?
Get it, sweating, sitting on this package from last week
We all got our weaknesses along with the funks and the dead
Some of em end up fudging numbers, bugging, and lunch em 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
The only way they find it if spitting in the hook