Sho Baraka - Liar's Anthem lyrics

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Verse 1

Ohh! I step out the front door

This music is inflating my ego

But 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 ain't righteous 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 will be truthful, I usually like to be silent

But this got your boy feeling violent

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

But now I say whatever to sex them

I used to modest, I used to be honest

Now I do anything to get those dollars

Because I love

Verse 2

Ohh!! Record Exec make Killing

Yeah, We can pay you millions

Cash to the ceiling

Don't trust you 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

Lets just make this paper

I wont ask questions where it came from

Cocaine or the hand gun

That don't really trip of what they say bra

This is the country of freedom

You can have women, you can have diamonds

This is what sells, greed sex, drugs and violence

Package this item get people to buy them

And one day you can be an Executive Giant

Produce and sell

Verse 3

Ohh!! Who at fault for ignoring

Paul shooting ray for them jordans

Is Nike extorting

Loyalty of a poor man's emotions

Without them you're 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 conferences, to hear men speak

Just repeat the deep thoughts a dead man think

Who without blame here, I guess were all guilty

In the core of mans heart we're all filthy

Man has no standard, 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 alligance

We play the God role we don't need him

But he hates