Discerning Lyrics

Verse 1: Theory Hazit
Lacing up the verse and writing up a dope hook
So tighten up your notebook, like the days of jacking beats and biting's over
Summer nights invites cobras in command, but who's controlling the jam?
Theory Hazit like I told you who I am
I write to penetrate hearts
As life goes on to imitate art the fake finishes when it starts
Don't get mad 'cause I discern your evil ways
Call me broke 'cause these are things broke people say
You put a lot of work in but you'll never see the day
Unless you sell your soul glow to homos
And every albums feeling like a promo, no dough
That's why these new rappers turn gangster quick
Claim a clique and ain't gangbanged a lick
Fronted dope money now they owe money
Used to be dope but now they flow funny
Struggling just to get some show money
And see as humans we ain't thankful enough
What makes it worse is that we pray for this stuff, get it, then don't want it no more

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Verse 2: Cas Metah
Ancient visions paint the pictures that make the difference for the saints and sinners
Save the lip and display the wisdom written
'cause them things you saying making angels shiver
Chains get lifted when keys unlock context
Just 'cause you went to college don't mean you deeper than a Loch Ness Monster
Stop it, you're not a modern day prophet
You're a merchant turning temples into markets
In a din of thieves, causing identity theft regarding the Prince of Peace
False with authority, best fall to your knees calling
With apologies to the all seeing carpenter
When they say "home is where the heart is"
You ought to start pondering the possibility of pain and darkness
Sorry I hate to argue, but fragrance imposters are not flame retardant

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Verse 3: Re:Flex the Architect
Okay so you move packs of weight, stacking pay
Gats will spray 'til cats I hate will pass away
Oh wow, you fascinate
But I spot a masquerade, dapper slaves trapped in cage
Acting brave for accolades for audiences half your age
Lie detectors activate for as much as a gentle cough
'cause the B.S. you spit out sets my Spidey senses off now
That's why I move like dodging bullets in the Matrix
Soon as I hear your single on a playlist
Hits with no feeling, so we feel so numb
You claim you're getting brains while you sing and go dumb
Comic and oxymoronic sonnets of chronic induced vomit
If it's dope it's hard to diss, but it's not so it's hard to stomach
If your flow was as sick as your body would be
If you bed like half the models you'd claim, you'd change the game
But even now honesty's a viable trend
You can't capitalize 'cause you lie and pretend
Like you're V.I.P. in places that don't even have a guest list
Triple O.G. in the streets that you never messed with
You being real's like Mel Gibson not being a racist
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