Second Truth

[Verse-1] So what, if nobody knows me tonight I am gonna give up my fate, and go for a fight I will; eat Maggie and watch TV and simply ruin my life No Even if you think this is the 'Fame TV' Haunting for five thousand overseas this city [Hook] They think they have finished the God's Bible But only they have are leaches and rival And these priests event ain't got a chance to tell them, they're suicidal They got five hundred soap operas and other shows as vital All they'll do is, see the show on-repeat and be grieval They'll ask, that 'What did I do?' and 'What did I wear?' But they should be grateful cuz they ain't actin' like a fool [Bridge] Alright. What you gotta ask? Cause I ain't greeting I think I'm okay enough for you, not to be dissing I saw them dissing for award over on-stage I saw them wearing meat as a part of their flesh (I'm Devoted) [Verse-2] So what, if I am indefinable? I quietly prefer the terms: "Mentally-Artistic-Sample" I wrote Blue Sunday from my very own guts All you ever did is bring up a vanilla tart [Break] Celebration, Incomprehension Just celebrate gripping over your intention! [Verse-3] I am Raggib Ishruq from Blue Sunday. I am pretty sure that writing it on Monday I usually write Pop, Alternate and Rock I am writing rap. And I ain't thinking it a flop You gotta be unique if you're trying to grow In popularity and cultural shows Just don't stick to KFC, making gross salads Just be yourself, and listen to her ballads RAUGE is the game Made up of great fame Made some caps, with editorial gems Coins, and some dollars And designers' collars Opening a brand when I turn twenty eight They just started it feuding when she's 58 Some have an iPad, they got a Ramen frappe Cause that doesn't even exist Got some poorness in their fleets That's why make a reply, that's unanswerable They got nothing to say. All they'll say is simply an 'eh' Okay! They says I'm indefinable They got nothin', yet one thing in common and that should be trifle I am magisterial, magnanimous And you guys are made-up and ain't even mainstream-eo Yeah, you guys are pretty maelstrom While I am supplementary gypsy knight Pom [Outro] That's the glare of pub and that's how they livin' it They're just fantastic, inspiring, influencing Superlative, yet not so sarcastic!