The Truth

[Bliss:] Step right up, take a ringside seat bro At the Hip-Hop big top, midnight freak show Where kids fiend rap dreams that seem majestic Line up at the Zoltar machine to get big And walk with giants to shake up the system But behind the carnival curtain see the makeup magicians Wake up and listen, hear what's not for the public's ears Pinocchio poets played by profiting puppeteers Talent sharks want blood, rappers hook them with the Gat talk See a full fashion show, just look at the cat-walk Corporate snakes, boardroom fellas Clowns that rap about their wealth are the fortune tellers From fire flow breathers, come and witness the illuminance To one hit wonder disappearing industry illusionists Ringleaders with whips, quick, the 15 minute fuse it lit My poems paint movie script imagery that's ludicrous From Portland basements where the rapping is real To sunset beat boxing in the African hills I creep with a pack of dreamers who are deep in the mountain The wildcat trampolinists who are keeping you bouncing Under the circus my thoughts design the sound effects Jonathan Cash who Walks The Line without net [Izm Hook:] [Illmaculate:] Before judging me, know that I hustle, I work If I sold to someone you know, try judging them first It's like that till the day I lie under the dirt I speak truth and shouldn't have to rhyme once in a verse The proof is hidden right under my words But to hear it you got to buy some of my merch Come get it, we go-getters, this cold business Is the reason me and my homies don't kick and have grown distant Record labels and gold diggers, there's no difference They're both bitches only out for their own interest I'm just another guy that's rapping To justify my action, while you run it by your captain What has this even come to You see the end result But don't see the hoops you feel the need to jump through Don't let my speech corrupt you Ignore the wrong and see the right this is leading up to [Izm Hook:] [Sapient:] This ship's been sunk in an industry of distaste and mistrust I rip stage till your ribcage lifts up Trying to blow but the grenade pin's stuck Unrightfully so, I'm a young likeness of dope To the millions in the scene, who try to build it But look like little children bewildered by the king I turn my back to them but I'm guiltless How long I got to milk this before I gain fulfilment of the dream Look, look, hard to find the message It's bigger than that, see my art defines my essence That's why I'm offended, that they can't write a sentence Without sugar sprinkles till Hop-Hop's diabetic Now murdering rappers is sort of my obsession I'm taking vengeance like the war on 9/11 But I use a mic, I'm not glorifying weapons Bragging about dirt you do is borderline pathetic [Eso:] Bang, boom, here comes the stampede Dusty drifters that dominate the damn beat Sand Peeps, B.E.I representatives We came to drug your brain with no sedatives And spawn light to shine for the kiddies While Mother Nature lets us write rhymes on her titties So just relax, indulge in the rebirth The underground don't fuck around We're gunning rounds of free dirt Feet first, that's the motherfucking key word With minorities and management on my t-shirt The translator of the compass in a golden chair With 100 poets saddled up on polar bears Yeah, now that's a sight to see When they flash their fangs and they fight for me So kill the puppeteer, murder the matador Cuz all I got in my head is a motherfucking cannonball [Izm Hook:]