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haas spitta - inconvenient truth lyrics

[dr. ahmad]
vow, hey, can you hear me?
yeah, uh, yeah

[verse 1: haas spitta]

different breed of emcees
unworldly first cl-ss terminology
my breath from holdin’ it down brings a seismic ideology
bars for centuries
hope they dig for my cl-ssics like archeology
flow been around with da vinci sketches as my paraphernalia
that’s why i’m mature enough to sweet talk the beats
and then sear ya
like a disappearing protester in the depths of syria
follow sharia spit my message from the cave of hira
divine rhymes, food for thought so i dine
make my disposable seem more quotable than your fine china
smooth as margarine and i got your head shaking like parkinson’s
i stand tall for my teachings like ostriches
you just tryna park it like n64 cartridges
i’m wiser like a man with 64 years of artifice
delicate artifact that’s hard to surface
my vocal chords wired like circuits
the tempo could make you sink in like tempric (tempur-pedic)
spit thunder like kendrick perkins
see above par that’s word to mr. lamar
words versatile like mr. odom
enough heat to burn half of the ozone
lyrical contents all correspond so decode ‘em
saliva got you hooked like codeine
while i digest rappers like a colon
my brother keep it flowin’ raw f-ck a semi-colon

[verse 2: kasim]

it’s the announcement
the bounce kept bouncin’ and got lost
somewhere with the house rent
we in the wild, sniffin’ for bank account sense
‘cause to get back to even
you gotta start believin’ in something out of your schemin’
you can only f-ck around so long
before you lose track of your s-m-n
my left shoulder whispering
burn down the forest before your seed becomes a demon
louis galant spent his whole life tryna grab a hold of justice
and in his grave he’s still reaching
if we give him a hand
we could take the practice to the preachin’
a skinny kid from tulsa oklahoma could become robert meachem
the bar set high, doing pull-ups on the beacon of hope
for you and your homie speakin’
about a jar of blue dreams, debating on its meaning
when the going gets tough, the reset get retreatin’
but sh-t i ain’t leavin’
till me and my team in
the final four, mateen cleaves

[verse 3: haas spitta]

tryna get my rap game off the ground with this dr. j hangtime
shoot it from the baseline
body takes the task head on
but my soul revert to the fall away
i’m feelin’ like every time i rhyme it’s a holiday
so celebrate the potential of your cerebral
the lord’s gift is, endless forgiveness
like santa upon your wish list
my heart is persistent
i got a vision of euphoria
it’s the story of a boy
tryna unlock his talents like gandolf at the gates of moria
i was a timid kid can i get a chance to vent
and show you my magic words
open doors with the appetence
uplift the people as i
embrace failures and accomplishments
my competence could filch a rapper’s dignity
like a jew steal the house of a falasteen
long as i keep the keys to the game
‘cause i know that’s my property
but in reality, the holy lands holdin’ muslims
with converted families
from judaism, let the beautiful colors of people fuse
verbatim rules of the lord slightly misused
so how can that make religion the sole issue
just a community to love
connect and embrace for god’s interview
(just a community to love, connect and embrace for god
just a community to love)

[dr. ahmad]
vow, vow, what do want me to say?

[gandhi]
“there is an indefinable mysterious power that pervades everything, i feel it though i do not see it. it is this unseen power which makes itself felt and yet defies all proof, because it is so unlike all that i perceive through my senses. it transcends the senses.”

- haas spitta lyrics

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