Bars Of Truth

[Intro]
Yo, yo, yo
Straight up bars upon bars
No set concept or subject for this tune
Yo, whatever the issue
Right now, we're just letting loose in the booth
There's no comparison

[Verse 1]
Just look at this economy robbing me full of sodomy
Global struggles, a muddle, with acid rain forming puddles
A huddle with other humans, consuming, the streets are moving
Like sumo', I'm so much bigger, I spot a reptile slither
Look it's real, always been the black sheep, the outcast
The most hated, debated and slated
They celebrated my downfall
So I waited to see the crown fall, straight off his head
On to my cranium, I spit bars of titanium
Don't wanna let my personalities loose, cause there's no taming 'em
So I save it for the booth, I'm so ashamed of 'em
Posing like their real but they're far from the truth
Consumed by the Devil' way of thinking and living life really loose
With intentions to destroy your roots, from which you grow
So your stems wilt and you lie dead in the soil
But you ain't messing with no ordinary plant
I'm like Jack' beanstalk, sky high with a mean walk
Attempting to knock me off the throne is like tryna get blood from a stone
You couldn't do it with the population backing you bro
Let alone on your own cause I fly out my calm zone and flip like mobile phones
You can lose your way like Carlito's, Al Pacino
I'm sweet like Campino's, even he know's and she know's that
My rap game is so far, so good hood
I remember thinking to myself, if I could spit I would
Suddenly, I realised that I was born with it
Ambition pumping through my veins and all that
I school prats and taught them how to flow
The chicks and bredders, they love me out on road
I've got soul, the rap queen seen and felt all the pain
Witness the people I grew up with placed and laid in a grave
Some spitters got potential but I shit on your credentials
You're a superficial issue, niggas will wipe their arse with you like tissue
I demand you feel the fire in me
Blaze like inferno, they're like burn baby burn see
Cause I'm the hottest chick, the manuscripts flips
When NoLay spits you should play like dogs and just sit
Swift, leaving 'em in the mist like guerrillas
I flow so deep and dark, my last name should be black like Cilla
I don't give a damn who's realer
Come through and crush the scene beneath me like Godzilla
The road side I examine and realise without stamina
I ain't yamming, like I'm famine and starving
My peeps are stressed out so they insist on smoking
On the hour, every hour cause a habit it ain't a joke ting
Look there goes the chick that my clique are poking
Then she wants to pose like her legs have never been open
Promoting like she's Virgin Mary
Then I must be able to fly and all goldfish are hairy
Mary, Mary, quite contrary how does your garden grow?
You can pull the wool over that fella's eyes but we know that you're a hoe
And I ain't a goody two shoes but I can count the dudes on my hand
You gotta use your fingers and your toes
I'm the new invention of spitters, now watch me cascade
Like a waterfall in a mass of water, my flows reign
I'm on another level so high, I'm passing altitudes that's possible
My attitudes logical, deep like fossils
That's historical
These rappers ain't real, their just an optical illusion
My conclusion is, spitters they face confusion
Out!