False Prophets Songtext / Lyric

Bars are sick, I spit flem in the form of gems

Listen how I kiss it, watch the storm begin

Harsh winds and never coming, down pouring

Cats be faking jacks, don't know what they're down for



The seven and a half combine over the front line

The ten percenters, promoting slander with the airtime

Bear in mind jewels be the tools of the trade

Sharp veins, heavenly praise and dues are paid



They placed him on pedestals, named him the hottest

A dawn with riches, women and gold objects

They spoke confederate and not to the people

Trying to numb off thought like shots from a needle



I peep these cocksuckas, their ways and actions

The center of attention, the main attraction

If they were authentic, you think the fame would trap 'em

Now cypher, they all up in the game just acting






The worst thing for them is when one does emerge

Who exposes that fake shit and rattles their nerves

A lot of niggaz switch sides 'cause it's convenient

They fronting like they down for the hood but they don't mean it



I seen it, suckas with their hidden agendas

Turning their backs to the streets while they're living in splendor

And this right here is no small topic

Trickery is in the air, so beware of the false prophets



Bars are sick, I spit flem in the form of gems

Listen how I kiss it, watch the storm begin

Harsh winds, and never coming, down pouring

Cats be faking jacks, don't know what they're down for



The seven and a half combine, over the front line

The ten percenters, promoting slander with the airtime

Bear in mind jewels be the tools of the trade

Sharp veins, heavenly praise and dues are paid



As they laugh and smile, and sip on their drinks

They disgust me, they can get spit on an ink

I sit and I think how determined they make me

Demonic rap clowns from the PJ's, they hate me



Greedy as hell, always showing fake love

Scared of the real ones, even worse, they fake thugs

Somebody gave 'em money and a platform to kick it from

They speak real well, but I still don't get it, son



Eventually they doomed to fall

And they should get no space to breathe, no room at all

From a long time ago up to this very moment

They been twisting the truth, now I'm their opponent



They take the people's trust and misuse it for power

I'm 'bout to pull the plug and refuse these cowards

And this right here is no small topic

Trickery is in the air, so beware of the false prophets



Bars are sick, I spit flem in the form of gems

Listen how I kiss it, watch the storm begin

Harsh winds, and never coming, down pouring

Cats be faking jacks, don't know what they're down for



The seven and a half combine, over the front line

The ten percenters, promoting slander with the airtime

Bear in mind jewels be the tools of the trade

Sharp veins, heavenly praise and dues are paid