The Truth

[Hook]
Spittin the truth
Spewin the venom
Rhyming like a buddhist
High on my mental
On a new level
Cocky and gentle
Nothing can stop me
Not even a bullet to my temple

These rappers think they ill, they're just a bunch of hypocondriacs
Coming with the coldest facts, rhyming dirty in the cul-de-sac
Nyquil flows, the Cole of raps
Overdose, the king of naps
Over those feelings that made me collapse
Cuz overall i'm over you all
In yo overalls thinking they be outlaws
Im animalistic in my instincts hunting fo meat
So i bear in mind in my bare (bear) feet
Bear handed, face in the concrete
Sometimes i fall off, but get up in a heartbeat
Cuz unlike the French, i never crave defeat
Im no Napoleon, i'm rippin Bonaparte(bone apart)
If lyrics don't paint pictures, that's fraud to art
If words have no color, you tear that sheet apart
If the beat don't bang, my shit don't f you hard enough
Its pristine, church in the wild full of priest twins
Hip hop's my true religion got that in my genes(jeans)
New york's the sistine(chapel)
Rapping 16's, spittin crazy for sick teens
Cuz i'm

[Hook]
Spittin the truth
Spewin the venom
Rhyming like a buddhist
High on my mental
On a new level
Cocky and gentle
Nothing can stop me
Not even a bullet to my temple

[Verse 2]
Feelin upbeat spittin that true shit
Swagger up in the sky i'm so fly
Who am i
To explain myself i don't justify
You're just a fly on the wall, the feces magnet
I'm Rappin' for a buzz, that's my call to please the talent
With my fuzz face this my lumberjack phase
Rollin wood strollin in the neighborhood
Going timber on a bitch, laying off my temper
Smart looks, open books, fucking next chapter
God damn, you templers can't f with me, i'm the baphomet
With raps more basic than an alphabet
With yo A B C flow
D about to blow
Sippin E now you got a lil wheezy(weezy)
Punchin in the corner, got you a lil dizzy
Cuz im Bringing you the greatest hits by Breezy
I'm so frisky, it's all fun and games
Drinkin whiskey, tryna ease the pain
Alcohol in my veins, holdin haters in disdain
Holes in my soul, put some respeck on my name
Distress i speak less about college mayne
Hope i don't die in stress, but i digress
And digest thoughts i could barely stomach
Faint back in the past where it was all black
But i grew a pair and added it to my nutsack
You average corny rap fans are so whack
Singin carols under trees, christ's divine
Cuz you only dig rappin(wrappin) when its Christmas time

[Post Hook]
Spittin the truth for the youth
Don't lose your soul
Without passion you're just another lost soul