Scrilla Vic - Speakin' With A Forked Tongue lyrics

rate me

The dudes a puppet – imposta equipped to plead the fifth

Livin’ in the lap of luxury, but what if

The last in a long line of losers was faded

Never know what happens to my stance unless I gauge it

Prodigy of Doe, but I grow like the kindred

To pay the man a visit and take care of business

I distance myself from establishment. Yeah

That doesn’t mean the V is truly heaven sent? Ah, yeah

The only time I find unity’s when I’m unruly

Never fooled as he’s tongue-tied, no I never side

Wit corrupt feds – investments overrun

The deal is done and leading to oblivion

The setup’s a straight-up coverup. Say what?

Situation normal, all fucked up.

So I’m hellbent on deepin’ a freeze ‘til he’s numb

He can run so I’m stunnin’ cuz he’s speaking with a forked tongue

I was told it’s a trickle down theory

His old tricks are makin’ we weary

So get a clue or your gonna get a boot from the bottom rung

Cuz you’re speakin’ wit a forked tongue

I was told it’s a trickle down theory

His old tricks are makin’ we weary

So get a clue or your gonna get a boot from the bottom rung

Cuz you’re speakin’ wit a forked tongue

I keep hearing the man, but he sounds like a fairy

This rhymes for the radical and revolutionary

Myself? Educated and raised by teachers

Never felt the need to follow the bum leader

Personal vendettas lead to contracts in blood

Nothin’s changed so what it is is what it was

Who seconds the motion for payback?

If I was packin’ in the capital, I’d gaffle all his capital

Witness! It’s his last stand like Custard

Try to bust his lines but his lines are busted

So he’s betta known as a busta

I demand his weight in gold.

Years ago he sold his soul

Truth be told now watch him as he sweats

Denouncer of the flow so he’s gonna get wet

So I’m hellbent on deepin’ a freeze ‘til he’s numb

He can run so I’m stunnin’ cuz he’s speaking with a forked tongue

I was told it’s a trickle down theory

His old tricks are makin’ we weary

So get a clue or your gonna get a boot from the bottom rung

Cuz you’re speakin’ wit a forked tongue

I was told it’s a trickle down theory

His old tricks are makin’ we weary

So get a clue or your gonna get a boot from the bottom rung

Cuz you’re speakin’ wit a forked tongue

With nothin’ to lose on a one-way down the interstate

My inner state yells. Will I live to tell?

Outta sight I plan a silent aftermath

A neverending wrath – the resulting bloodbath

On the grounds I feared I would be grounded

But I gathered strength – downed the hounds – tied the guards to the fence

Thinkin’ ready-aim-fire is the cadence

This is it. My last ditch is a hit

I’m at the promised land and everythin’s frightenin’

Pulled out my steel wit’ laser-beam sightin’

Next day on the live wire

The newswire reads “Baptism By Fire!”

Now my time is up and I’mma be brief

I ain’t lookin’ for no olive wreath

Hellbent on deepin’ a freeze ‘til he’s numb

He can run so I’m stunnin’ cuz he’s speaking with a forked tongue

Check the books. Take a look. Why’s we always in the red?

Extortion, fraud, embezzlement

So get a clue or your gonna get a boot from the bottom rung

Cuz you’re speakin’ wit a forked tongue

Check the books. Why we in the red?

Extortion, fraud, embezzlement

So get a clue or your gonna get a boot from the bottom rung

Cuz you’re speakin’ wit a forked tongue

Why they speakin’ with a forked tongue?

Why they speakin’ with a forked tongue?

With a forked tongue? Man, they’ve been doing it for years…