Текст песни Lojique - Truth Decay
Lojique - Truth Decay слова песни
You know how some cats want you to think they`re holy but they`re hellishThey relish every opportunity they have to embellishThe facts, say one thing in your face another behind your backBut I ain`t goin out like thatI`m leavin no stone unturned as I burn down your village and maraudIn vain you invoked the name of God but your theory was flawedI don`t wanna hear it Jezebel spirit you tried enticin meBut the Christ in me rises up with wrath righteouslyYou tried to turn the Page and felt the rageWarfare is waged as we engaged, feel the fury uncagedYou can`t lobotomize me or sodomize meGet me drunk off your hundred and eighty-proof ninety-percent truthTen percent lie you were sent byLord of the flies, but angel of light is the alias he went byIt`s plain and simple I`m drivin the money changers from the templeAnd all the sheisty moves that I`ve seen them pullGod is comin back wroth with the slack slothImagine your crew geared up in ashes and sackclothYou`re straight from hell, you dispel your own truthChanging up like Clark Kent in a phone boothBut where`s my real ones that do not love their lives unto deathI got a blade to your gut and I`m gonna make you say "Shibboleth"The surface is an immaculate manicured plotWhile the truth lies forgot under the dirt to rot(Othello, Page One, Braille, Ohmega Watts)Decayed truth spoken, every tooth brokenFrom out of the mouth of madnessDestroying your blasphemous tactics shattering your tabletsThis is an act of correcting(repeat)(Braille)Activate my mic with electric shockwavesWake you up from your sweet dreamsMany speaking filthy liesSounding intelligent but I`m not impressed or confusedMy short fuse is lit who is thisBraille spittin truth to influence you to quitYour day job stay off the microphoneIf God ain`t pleased with your words then leave it alone(Othello)Let me start off by stating while the world`s fading yo I`m creatingPromptly grab the mic to execute my mission statementBasic but basically capable of changing and rearranging the artOf making music from the heart I sparkWith Christ-inspired thoughts and pray never to be a has beenSo intricate that in sifting it you come up with mad gemsThe sin of men and women who pretend to have it allTogether lie in your face and together they will fallEmcees with truth decay the worst display of halitosisWacktose intolerant I`m bothered by the most ifNot all the pseudo synthetic attempts to creativity this industry endorsesIgnorant lyricists spitting nonsenseLost in space time relevance elementsRaped, battered and bruised, shoved to the bottom of the sea like sedimentTwenty thousand leagues beneathUnderground preserved from insulated heat designated beatDowns with unique sounds on crews that represent weak so to speakWith leaps and bounds around the middle my pedestalSplits in two unfortunate but trueWhile you lay claim to diamond-studded items during open mic abuse