Liars Anthem

Sho Baraka

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    Pimpin, pimpin, pimpin, murder, murder, sell drugs (4x)

    Verse 1
    I step out the front door/
    This music is inflating my ego/
    It's so hard to let go/
    Beats bang it thumps in my torso/
    The streets may repeat it like echos/
    The picture their painting make me want a life that is dangerous/
    Makes me want to be rich and famous/
    I know it ain't righteous but they can make it look so enticing/
    It attacks my ears like its tyson/
    Take a bite at conscious/
    Watch me bob my head to some nonsence/
    Rob, steal, kill and speak bondage/
    I could be truthful, i used to be silent/
    But this got your boy straight feeling real violent/
    I'm using the ladies, i used to respect them/
    But now ya boy will say anything just to sex them/
    I used to modest, i used to be honest/
    Now i do anything to get those dollars/
    Because i love:

    Hook (2x)

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    Verse 2
    Record exec make killing/
    Yeah, we can pay you millions/
    Cash to the ceiling/
    Don't trust your convictions or feelings/
    You'll just be misleading some children/
    Their parents will blame you/
    You just communicate what you've been through/
    They don't understand you're a black dude/
    And one who does rap too/
    They just complain and hassle/
    They would do it too if 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 or the hand gun/
    Everyone has something to say, bro,/
    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 get people to buy them/
    And one day you can be an executive giant/
    Produce and sell:/

    Hook (2x)

    Verse 3
    Who at fault for ignoring/
    Paul shooting ray for them jordans/
    Is nike extorting/
    Loyalty of a poor man's emotions/
    Without them they feel less important/
    How about the athlete/
    You know comes from the same back streets/
    You they could make those shoe a lot more cheap/
    How about the rapper: they boast about evil/
    They say the same stuff they got copied from kinkos/
    Or what of the wealthy who keeps on complaining/
    Ask for legislation and thinks that will change men/
    How about churches they've become obsolete/
    Lets call meetings just to talk about outreach/
    Lets have more workshops, to hear more men speak/
    Just repeat the deep thoughts a dead man think/
    Who without blame here, i guess were all guilty/
    In the core of man's heart we're all filthy/
    Man has no standards, he thinks he own ways are the answer/
    We all got a disease much worse than cancer/
    Its beef with the father, he wants your allegiance/
    We play the god role acting like we don't need him/
    But he hates/

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    Composición: Amisho Baraka Lewis, Alex Medina y Joseph Prielozny

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