Say What's Fake

[Verse 1: Scoob] [Verse 2: L-Soul] Feeling kind of home sick for a broken home Kind of like the status quo of the Zanarkand dome My life is not a fantasy, my past is not the final So your simple rhymes is older than some record playing vinyl I love role playing, and you love playing roles And I know your bitch is cheaper than some sneakers that'll glow Where do all the lames get inspiration from I'm fulfilling prophecies of the information nun And if you ain't get it, I'm talkin Delphi stuff So you better take cover like Mr. Michael Huff You talking big game but I'mma call your bluff You just Aristo good night and good luck That's the plain truth, homie get up out the booth I tend to flow smoother than some supermarket juice I love all the haters and the things they claim are true I got into Fordham now what's there to left to prove My family is telling me that I'm the last hope But the ground is shaking under me, wrestler on the ropes This is overkill you can call it rape choke No self esteem so your making me your scape goat But nigga that don't fly, I don't play those tricks Cause tricks are for kids, you need to stop playing Your raps are comedy, your last name is Wayan You don't see my struggle when we talk face to face When I say your bars is good I'm just throwing you the bait Too full of bullshit you don't need another plate Kind of like you obese and I'm throwing you the cake Waiting for this chance, been a long time coming If I'm Spitting Eminem then you Nick Cannon drumming Knew this day would come, you was hating from day one How is you on top when I'm sitting on the sun I guess you ain't shit, just another bad memory Nigga I'm killing you, intelligence hegemony You ain't no threat for the kid from EmeryVille