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