True Confessions

[Intro: Iron Sheiks] Yeah... it's all I've been waiting for, shit What? What? What? What? -Yeah, check it, right here right now You know I'm sayin'? Imam Thug, what? Wha-wha-wha-wha-what- [Verse 1: Imam] Imam Thug, 2-5-2 across the planet Khadafi got shit, might gon' tell it in yo' merit Told me everything that you said, dirty bastard Sat back laughin', can't believe these niggas askin' Still listenin', got the pot form to piss in Secluded mission, on conventional conviction To offer scalp stashin' on my couch, it won't surprise me Petty cash (???) drop (???) hash Blaze it up little man for Paz Freddie Krueger tragedy, twenty year capacity Hold ladders, point shoulders, million dollar boulders What nigga? -Get down from aureolas Title big 2-5-2 exclude you, come together like a Don piece on (Rocka Jewels?) [Verse 2: Tragedy] Yo, exotically I hold Gats, melodically bust raps Part of me loves (???) with the wigs in the back Besides that I overthrow the Jakes just to free blacks Clappin' CO's, bustin' BO's in they kneecaps Love Allah most, like a child playin' his moms close Or a newborn thug holdin' the chrome toast In a duplex sunset, callin' a Fatiha When I have sex, ma, it's like the Mardi Gras Allumani - visualize I Selassie I Thuggin' til the day I die, swervin' in the Third Eye [Hook/Vocal sample] [Verse 3: Tragedy] Yo, keep the paradoxical hydroponical rap style Like botanical - animal thugs in exile Grey smoke from a cop's Glock, five gunshots Chalk circles all on the block, that's where my body dropped Shaking like a pregnant coke-head I'm out for too nice, sweating like Peruvian cats pullin' a jewel heist Battle of the beasts, defeatin' niggas for five nights I'm too nice, like a Christian fed with true lies The embassy-type of rap cat, pushin' a black Gat Aristocrat Third World stat guerilla diplomat I'm deep like a Socrates, foul like atrocities My degrees date to B.C.'s, twelve dynasties A member of the Last Supper, original disciple A archangel like Michael, holdin' a rifle So what the fuck you're tryna tell me like (Drew Hill?)? My neck gross is four mil', nigga it's all real I'm clear like the waters in the Blue Nile, it's too foul Got to drop on you, dirty, what you gonna do now? [Hook/Vocal sample]