Stop Lyin'

[Verse One] If your mother saw you now would she be pleased or disgusted? At your choice to remain at the bottom of the bucket Your fellow crabs, they know you're not to be trusted Cause when they rise to the top you do what you can to make 'em plummet On the other hand, I stand with the mic stand's posture Scan under my bed to sever the heads of any monsters Took a dive into the eye Jupiter to backstroke through lava Relaxing with a carton of cancer sticks and flavored java If you've noticed, I've scripted my existence on these pages With obesity that leaves stretch marks on stages If knowledge is the key to society shackles and cages I guess you're forever trapped in syntax and shoelaces I rock the crowd like I'm without sin so I cast the first stone Though I live in a glass house insulated with quilted poems Stay still to the loan, with head above water, melodic poems From bravado, left speakers blown when emitted through microphones [Hook] Every line is a spear Every fans heart a target Every circle's not a sphere Every soldier's not a sergeant If every fountain is clear Every sniper is a marksmen You can't win so stop trying You're not ill so stop lying Every check doesn't cash Every scale doesn't balance Every verse doesn't last Every skill's not a talent Every question is not asked Every test doesn't challenge You can't win so stop trying You're not ill so stop lying [Verse Two] Explore your fears and bipedal on this trek with me Invade the psyche of life with leprosy This limb doesn't want to fall off so words protect me Wanna hold hands with mic stands so eyes reflect me On stages, pages open soaked in ecstasy Give me a little space to erase the token referee Throwing flags with needle name tags injecting me With some form of abnorm psychological weaponry With a fine point pen in sight of my notebook next to me Plus an eye full of the gene pool in which God subjected me I spill epics to the skeptics rejecting me Not to gather more friends but make my enemy's start respecting me Stay controlling the game so they won't be ejecting me You flagrantly foul players from the bench to fill your destiny This Orphanage adopts hip hop to join the infantry Beg your pardon but we watered the garden for starving victory Walked this paved path shackled in misery Uncovering clues to unlock the steel box of the industry Chained to a bed with hobbled legs trapped in Misery Held hostage in a cabin by a fan with family missing me Forcing me to spit out a classic of spastic energy Placing my mind on the line, there's no time to be finicky I sever heads of snakes causing my mate to tempt me With the forbidden fruit, inducing fiction in history [Hook]