Текст песни Pulpit (feat. D.I.L.E.M.A.) - King Blitz
These
secrets
in
my
head
Oh,
how
they
burden
me
These
secrets
in
my
head
Burn
with
urgency
If
I
tell
you
one,
or
two,
or
three
Can
you
keep
them
between
you
and
me?
Shh,
dirty
secrets
Uh,
still
hold
secrets
for
niggas
that
I
ain't
cool
with
It's
the
cold,
not
even
tryna
be
on
no
cool
shit
Reach
your
soul,
the
booth
equivalent
to
the
pulpit
Still
hold
secrets
for
niggas
that
I
ain't
cool
with
It's
the
cold,
not
even
tryna
be
on
no
cool
shit
Reach
your
soul,
some
use
the
booth,
some
use
the
pulpit
Yeah,
uh
People
don't
hold
you
down
the
way
they
claim
that
they
do
Loyalty
and
trust,
you
know
the
names
that
they
spew
Defending
your
energy,
know
that
they
Watchin'
every
move
that
you
make
And
know
that
the
media
has
the
ability
To
make
everything
to
be
true
Control
the
masses,
got
Uncle
Sam
All
up
on
yo'
asses,
no
address
needed
Your
phone?
Yeah,
they
got
access
We
seen
it's
happen
Homie
started
rappin',
they
impact
him
This
homie
turned
to
tracks
and
Couldn't
receive
the
same
traction
Now
reacting,
I
PB
Jelly
I'm
at
your
neck,
camera
on
Wizard
Kelly
Trust
nobody,
niggas
be
ready
to
get
a
info
It
ain't
hard
to
stay
real
homie,
it's
simple
but
still
I-
Still
hold
secrets
for
niggas
that
I
ain't
cool
with
It's
the
cold,
not
even
tryna
be
on
no
cool
shit
Reach
your
soul,
the
booth
equivalent
to
the
pulpit
Still
hold
secrets
for
niggas
that
I
ain't
cool
with
It's
the
cold,
not
even
tryna
be
on
no
cool
shit
Reach
your
soul,
some
use
the
booth,
some
use
the
pulpit
(Yeah,
you
know
what
it
is)
What
man
cool
in
the
driver
seat
No
one
controllin'
my
temper
Get
nailed
by
me?
Framing
you
is
really
hard
to
picture
Your
ply
driven,
what
I
carry
the
building
Playin'
a
role
around
the
cast,
it
don't
care
about
your
feelings
Where
I'm
from,
spillin'
your
guts
will
give
you
a
double
Them
words
will
sentence
us
to
pars
When
you
reppin'
the
struggle
Review
the
cycle,
so
psychological
Slightest
new
opticals
will
slide
your
opticals
Into
thinking
right
is
not
logical
Try
to
expand
your
pallet,
but
all
you
want
is
the
chicken
Can't
rebrand
a
generation
force-fed
off
religion
Old
Jeez
gave
me
the
gang,
when
I
pass
down
some
You
act
like
old
folks
eatin'
steady
bumpin'
ya
gums
Still
hold
secrets
for
niggas
that
I
ain't
cool
with
It's
the
cold,
not
even
tryna
be
on
no
cool
shit
Reach
your
soul,
the
booth
equivalent
to
the
pulpit
Still
hold
secrets
for
niggas
that
I
ain't
cool
with
It's
the
cold,
not
even
tryna
be
on
no
cool
shit
Reach
your
soul,
some
use
the
booth,
some
use
the
pulpit
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