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Bishop Lamont The Truth Lyrics

Last updated: 10/09/2012 05:08:57 AM

Listen to me baby
The world’s going crazy
I’ll give you something, I’ll give you truth
Ain’t like other people

Sometimes I catch glimpses of another planet
Most times I don’t even understand it
This guy’s speakin’ to me or is this Taio Oscar?
I don’t believe what I’m seein’ like a flying saucer
Is it dumb? The whole foketian dream of better days
Or that’s that underground shit, it ain’t gon get no play
Like a famous rapper coming out and say you’re gay
That’s a hard choice, I’ll make mine anyway
I think we all need liberation
Cause most people live a quiet life of desperation
The ugliest things is what you don’t see
Hardest thing to face is who we are, not who we can’t be
I’m only who I’m meant to be
And that’s fact, the whole chaos thing eventually
Keep on living life, scared to be their self
So they contempt with wearin’ a mask, bein’ someone else

Listen to me baby
The world’s going crazy
I’ll give you something, I’ll give you truth
Ain’t like other people

This is the person in the mirror talking
I never lied to you or fake casha
I’ve been here with the broke fame and fortune
Where everybody else around to me change often
See me and you, we one and the same
So I’m the last one, now homie keep running your game
Wait! Look at me, don’t walk away
I think it’s time me and you we had a talk today
See I noticed you gonna spend shit
Ignore your own, chasing other folks’ happiness
That’s why I’m choppin’ on a glouze to kick game to you
Cause I think you need to step back a bit
Maybe we need some B, we connected
Cause every decision you’ve made – I’ve been affected
I think you need to see more of me
I really wish that you would quit ignoring me

Listen to me baby
The world’s going crazy
I’ll give you something, I’ll give you truth
Ain’t like other people

Signing over your soul for replacement
Couple niggas I used to roll with, you face it
Same niggas I broke the mold with, complacent
Plenty niggas is in the no, he ain’t made shit
You may demand your money Lambo long
Fame forced your hand, got you getting this ammo long
I’mma reach that rap when the yaps pull on
The cumafoonery, tryna get my ass all on
Undisputed me, thribes underneath of me here
I mean musically intrigued by the season of sirs
The incadollagy the deacon of ambicurent verbs
And it’s the cool of me, critiquing your demeaningless verse
Ain’t no immunity, the table’s opportunity turn
No continuity, do what you gotta do to be heard
I drop pertuity assuming he can easily encourage
And Flocka knew what means, propers are eagerly urged
You are polutin’ me

Listen to me baby
The world’s going crazy
I’ll give you something, I’ll give you truth
Ain’t like other people




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