Sho Baraka - Liar's Anthem текст песни

Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs

I step outta the front door

Music is inflating my ego

It's hard to just let go

Beats bangin' thoughts in my torso

The streets then repeat it like echoes

The picture thats painted,

It makes me wanna live life dangerous

It makes me wanna be rich and famous

I know it ain't righteous

But they make it look so enticing

It attacks my ears like it's Tyson,

Takes a bite of my conscience

Watch me bob my head to some nonsense

Rob, steal, kill, and speak bondage

I could be truthful, I used to be silent

But its got your boy straight fillin' with violence

I'm using the ladies, I used to respect them

And now your boy say anything just to sex them

I used to modest, I used to be honest

Now I do anything to get those dollars

'Cause I love...

Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (what)

Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs

Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (that's what they want)

Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs

Record execs make a killin',

"Yeah we could pay you in millions"

Cash to the ceiling, don't trust your conviction or feelin'

You'll be just misleading some children

Their parents will blame you

You communicate what you've been through

They don't understand you're a black dude

And one that does rap too

They just complain and they hassle

They would do it too if they had to

You just make paper, we don't need to know where it came from

You didn't make the rope which they hang from

Cocaine and that handgun, everyone there saw 'em the same bruh

But this is the country of freedom

You can have women, you can have diamonds

This is what sells, greed, sex, drugs, and violence

Package these items, for people to buy them

And one day you would be an executive giant

Produce and sell...

Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (what)

Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs

Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (that's what they want)

Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (Paul)

Who's at fault for ignoring Paul shootin' right for them Jordans

'Cause Nike extortin' the loyalty of poor man's emotions

Without them they feel less important

And how about athletes, they come from the same back-streets

And they could make them shoes a lot more cheap

And how about rappers, they boast about evil

They say the same stuff they got copied from Kinko's

And what are the wealthy, that keep on complainin'

They ask for legislation and they think that will change men

And how about churches, they become obsolete

They call more meetings just to talk about outreach

And have more workshops, and hear more men speak

And just repeat all the deep thoughts a dead man inked

Who's without blame here, I guess we're all guilty

In the core of mans heart, yeah were all filthy

Man has no standards, he thinks he has answers

We all got disease and it's much worse than cancer

He speaks with the father, he wants your allegiance

He plays God's role, yeah it's like we don't need him

But he hates...

Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (what)

Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs

Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs (that's what they want)

Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell drugs

Sho Baraka - Liar's Anthem

Текст песни Liar's Anthem - Sho Baraka