TREATIES & TRUCES

[Verse 1: PARIAH PETE]
Came a long way from saving up for a bus pass, now i bust fast, if she got a fat ass
I dont mean to interrupt and sound rude, but theres food on my mind, and I’m tryna eat you
I mean, i see you waiting for a mill/meal, I’m doing the same, but ill serve you with the real
If i do rise, i will save you a spot, somewhere hella real nice, you could bring the lot out
Never been the fucking one to ever cop out, the way i bop now, you would think I’m college drop out
And i stomp out, opponents in the yard, applauding y’all, see the distance too far
In my rear view, spot a whole lot of skeletons, Benjamins, simpletons
Even those elephants
They was in the room, for a tune or two, now its past noon, and I’m passing you
On the drive, on the ride like the autobahn, i limit speeds if i speak from a jumbotron
Deities sing to me from the octagon, bull in a china shop, no comparison
See i can’t pass the torch
You’ll scold if you fold and explore within the chords
I’m horse back, with a mouse trap
Ready to bounce back, roll the fucking ball
20 pounds on the soundtrack

[Chorus 1: PARIAH PETE]
Never find us on the radar
Only speaking business when speaking in the lair
If you on the clock, ya betta hustle that way
And eliminate an empty suit, any fucking day so uh
You want treaties and truces
These motherfuckers must be clueless
You want treaties and truces
So you dont see yo family hanging from nooses
X2

[Verse 2: Jalopy Bungus]
I ain't calling for peace cuz the opposition did too much
I got a leg and arm in the streets, if i could i would arm up the streets
Head out and bombard the police
On my mama, niggas ain't ready
And this ain't reality you was sleep
Shouldve took the blue pill now its Kruger on a beat
You cats too curious the rabbit hole deep
But bust a move, you rush get hit
Stick a chap, a busted lip
Rap, semtex imma stick to that
Velcro grip, mayor bungus such a diplomat
Tell a lie, sell a lie
Fake thugs get rich but they just celibate
They ain't busted shit, fuck em
No pun intended
Niggas will snake you for hoes and money i seen that
Ain't no backbone they snakes they spleen absent
Lemme switch the flow up, pen on gym game its getting swole up
You niggas play poker the way yall fold up
Sharpen up yall missing the point
They legalize weed still niggas sittin in the joint
They got you on mute, they hearing the noise
And no judge push the button they ain't hearing yo voice

[Chorus 2: PARIAH PETE]
Never find us on the radar
Only speaking business when speaking in the lair
If you on the clock, ya betta hustle that way
And eliminate an empty suit, any fucking day so uh
You want treaties and truces
These motherfuckers must be clueless
You want treaties and truces
So you dont see yo family hanging from nooses
X2

[Outro: PARIAH PETE]
I know its mine now
I been trying so hard just to find out, that the sign out
Front is really just a front so i shine out blunt, with the blinds down
So you want treaties and these truces
Empty suits filled with the fucking foolish
You ain't fooling me, it ain't hard to believe
I’m other worldly so they alienate me