paroles de chanson False Idols - Sinizter

Facts!
Big bang on false idols
When the gold chain meet the assault rifles
All that hype go out the window with the rivals
Facts!
Got the blind lead the blind I can see it
Heard you lying all the time I believe it
Tell Gatekeepers doing favors they can keep it

Talking shit you going to have to learn the hard way
I′m the type to turn your lights out in the broad day
Talkin' trash like you gassed off the octane
When you know you ′bout as square as a box spring
Your favorite rappers pointing fingers when the cops came
Frontin' like he pitching white... Sox game
From the ground yeah, I got it bitch i'm ten toes
Fuck a co-sign i′d rather creep through the window
I commend those who ain′t word 'bout a bimbo
Writin′ rap articles but never been to naan show
Please don't get me started with this art shit I am Van Gogh
To the part with the shotty let the bodies hit the dance floor
Don′t know why you put these pussies on a pedestal
Gatekeepers you gon' do what they tell you to
You don′t do it for the culture you a vulture and i'm coming through
One false move i'll send the crew to your conference room, bitch

Facts!
Big bang on false idols
When the gold chain meet the assault rifles
All that hype go out the window with the rivals
Facts!
Got the blind lead the blind I can see it
Heard you lying all the time I believe it
Tell Gatekeepers doing favors they can keep it