Текст песни Masquerade - Selah the Corner

Masquerade
Two edged weapon lethal one zero zero Danny Glover
The limelight never shine bright
When you frontin' lookin at your mother
I never wait til the time's right sayin' Christ over any other
Picture worth a thousand words homey ima judge a book by its cover
Who kiddin wit ya
Corner rappin' soundin' like B.I.G. with ya
Throw you head first in the mural
So you never ever miss the big picture
I can't read ya, I'm feelin' illiterate
Suddenly the rules how a legend pose' to move changed
Up a little bit and I hate it All I see is bad nothing
Plea coppin' and flag tuckin', black face and verse duckin' I hate it
Telling me wear a mask when I ride through
I just wanna see ya whole face cause I
Know the eyeballs lie too and I'm good man
This here party ain't my party
Invite only and I ain't part of your masquerade, masquerade
Masquerade, blast off when that mask off yea
I remember all the blocks wars
Spouse in the house we don't see you out we black out shot doors yea
Mama asking what the cops for
Double back around homey hear the clap back out like a encore yea
I was 100 for the block gunnin'
How can I half step when I met realer
Break down another wack spitta whether back pack or big mac killer
They dread style like a reptile
Look at em' ask who Gods illa
High rises in YO so the block smaller
And little man never coming up short, cause the Glock taller
So tell me how I got the blue print
From the most high like a newsprint
So they never could see me up in the
Ring like a blocked caller, front why?
A lot of hate up in the game
Money looking a crutch, stand straight up in the game
Cause they was killing us straight villainous ever mentioning the name
And they was taking rounds like criminals homey this is not a gang?
Well bang bang bang bang bang bang Christ over everything
And so I hold down on the road now while I'm dealing with the pain
And ima show now what a pro now that be dealing with the same
And yall could have all them crowns man I ain't dealing with fame
And 2 wrongs don't make a right but three rights do make a left
Took 3 rights hands then he left na 3 rights do make a left
I rep this thing to the death, this my day for it, I stay for it
Don't flee war I pray for it, this cost blood I pay for it
This team work no lone effort, that's Yahweh my lone shepherd
This my spot don't clone leopards, I hold strong like tough leather
I drink rap and I puff letters, this us weather I bluff never
Its one God, its two real it's three words forever