Trust

Uh, yeah Ear the music The message Mind how you live your life Too much fame, money, drugs Material lust In all these things so many rappers put their trust Fame, money, drugs Material lust In all these things so many rappers put their trust Some people are only in this game for the fame and the name No studio equipment Spend all their money on their clothes cos they so vain Buy cocaine with the change in their pockets And pipe it and rock it It's best they stop it I clock it and watch it and see how they drop it They talk and leave people seduced with lies that are chug and juice But I'm puffin zoots Salute me, I'm dropping the truth to all the youths From no pain in the fast lane They go to no brain in the slow lane Making no gains Just controlled by the reins of their cocaine That's why they flop when they spit at a show With shit up their nose Cos cocaine and clothes can't help you when it comes to creating flows Up on the stage they act all confident and blasé But confidence and belief in your skills comes from the heart Not a bag of class A Paranoid pussies insecure and immature Shallow, no substance MC's So while I'm spitting raw These braindead heads are sniffing more Acting the rap scarface but without no trace of a gangster Their whole character's made up They never sleep so they never wake up You'll never see their real face cos They're always sporting the devil's makeup I'm naturally evolving Little devilish wolves in street clothing Their whole steez is to deceive like a disease They spread blasphemous talk and chat breeze That I don't even believe More fake than a weave These snakes living a life of make believe Claiming they're rocking the weed Yeah right, that's why your nostril bleed From the shit they should restrain Cos there ain't no-one else to blame When their life collapses around them There's no-one to help them take the strain My rap talk is deep in roots like black floors Propel my words with a natural mystic rap force To live a life like I'm a black stork Known to fight crack wars Hold off all the attack of the stones Chasing these panicking pipe stalkers Away from the microphone Too much fame, money, drugs Material lust In all these things so many rappers put their trust Fame, money, drugs Material lust In all these things so many rappers put their trust A man is who he is because of his heart, spirit and soul Not his clothes And fame is something you can't snort up your nose Thinking they're big rap stars Acting the clever man Looney Tune cartoon crap But they're rappers with a style from never-never land Drink Guinness and coke brandy No limits on nose candy Dropping shizit lyrics with no passion or spirit You rapping Bambi's Acting tough, hard and angry Send false perceptions in our direction Can't even look at themselves in the mirror Without seeing the devil's reflection From new born Their characters was paganite with two horns Red-eyed forked tongues and two faces like undercover racists Born to tell lies while looking in your eyes Pretenders with secret agendas Life will force them to hold their corners like a Subaru Impreza Across the hell vibes Expose them when they tell lies Claiming religious source But their lies reflect the vibe of an antichrist Must be taking bad advice And believing false while feeling satisfied Like full stretch With locks on their heads preaching Selassie I Do anything for attention Anyone in their way gets played That's dangerous like having sex without protection You might get AIDS And don't forget that bad karma Will come back around on a bad father Who lives a life of mad drama Not facing responsibilities But most people they take liberties While moving digitally Booming turncoats With burnt throats who burn coke Till they lose their rhyme ability Causing hostility between family and friends How's a man with no sense Bite the hand that feeds him for no reason Just being a heathen again Stealing again The coke has even got them thieving from friends It must be the coke cos they get paid For regular shows but never got no ends Fame, money, drugs Material lust In all these things so many rappers put their trust Fame, money, drugs Material lust In all these things so many rappers put their trust Yeah, beware of things like the root of all evil Beware of things like deceiving people Mans that don't want to treat them bredrin equal You understand? Nope The party's not yet broken And I haven't received my full-fledged hemp wings But do you remember how I offered my soul to Satan for the chance The chance, the glorious chance to be me? Well I've just done it I've done it, I've done it, I've done it I've just had my first taste of fulfilling my ambition I have been me Pity, unjust, sinful, vicious, horrible I have been me