Purveyors Of Truth

[Verse 1 - Uptown XO] Sidewalks are struggling to absorb my footprints It's my fault, hustling to be hood rich To die for? Well, how can I put this? On your heart, in your eyes, on the charts Three Feet High, in the ruff, Midnight Maraud Three in this tribe too, but we light the dogan My thoughts'll murder like Nat Turner Pick up, and shoot like a fast learner Born in the Bronx, 'till we buttle to the Willie Lynch theory Eventually, three stars collided by [?] Keeping it hunnid 'till we celebrate, buy a centenny Hottest in the city, over Oddisee's symphonies Sent to me, looking up to God like: This for me? A gift, custom made like the rod that split the sea Triple teamed, put it back in balance triple beams Saved my life 'cuz we was far in Cappers Shit, and schemes Gassed up, and [?] down in a Nike box Hit the cream, feeling prepared, prepared to fail Shit ain't what it seems, being what you be The in crowd, they 'gon disagree But the winning team, Diamond D Champion rings, this can't be a dream [Verse 2 - Oddisee] I learned a lot from the Purveyors Of Truth Was in the noose until persuaded, I was one of them truths For the time, being blind, see embettered views Better eschew, then accuse of being clever, and loose In the system of getting for self wealth is health Forget yourself on the mission to [?] Can't nothing help But less is a loss, and a loss like death For every check is a twelve step addicted to the next Take a breath [Verse 3 - yU] Highly competitive in nature, pockets fatter Have ya' knockin' down the ladder of your neighbor Over paper stacked, it ain't even backed by gold That's some 'ole magician, which hand switched Blinked, and then you missed it, ha I guess the hand is quicker than the eye The poor can't afford to buy, while the rich barely is spending dime Time spent riding that brittle middle line While your pockets might determine whether you got your head up high Got friends who is in jail by selling them little lies It be them inside, ties could make fraud legitimize Where some folks income low then they hit 'em high Don't shake the hand of Uncle Sam, he ain't no friend of mine A lot in common with that dominate forces Put out [?] gone and we doing this Alive and thriving, opposite of that jiveness District Diamond climbing it's called capitalizing [Verse 4 - Oddisee] I learned a lot from the Purveyors Of Truth Was in the noose until persuaded, I was one of them truths For the time, being blind, see embettered views Better escew then accuse of being clever, and loose In the system of getting for self wealth is health Forget yourself on the mission to [?] Can't nothing help But less is a loss, and a loss like death For every check is a twelve step addicted to the next Take a breath Take a breath [X8]