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illogic - stop lyin' lyrics

[verse one]
if your mother saw you now would she be pleased or disgusted?
at your choice to remain at the bottom of the bucket
your fellow crabs, they know you’re not to be trusted
cause when they rise to the top you do what you can to make ’em plummet
on the other hand, i stand with the mic stand’s posture
scan under my bed to sever the heads of any monsters
took a dive into the eye jupiter to backstroke through lava
relaxing with a carton of cancer sticks and flavored java
if you’ve noticed, i’ve scripted my existence on these pages
with obesity that leaves stretch marks on stages
if knowledge is the key to society shackles and cages
i guess you’re forever trapped in syntax and shoelaces
i rock the crowd like i’m without sin so i cast the first stone
though i live in a gl-ss house insulated with quilted poems
stay still to the loan, with head above water, melodic poems
from bravado, left speakers blown when emitted through microphones

[hook]
every line is a spear
every fans heart a target
every circle’s not a sphere
every soldier’s not a sergeant
if every fountain is clear
every sniper is a marksmen
you can’t win so stop trying
you’re not ill so stop lying
every check doesn’t cash
every scale doesn’t balance
every verse doesn’t last
every sk!ll’s not a talent
every question is not asked
every test doesn’t challenge
you can’t win so stop trying
you’re not ill so stop lying

[verse two]
explore your fears and bipedal on this trek with me
invade the psyche of life with leprosy
this limb doesn’t want to fall off so words protect me
wanna hold hands with mic stands so eyes reflect me
on stages, pages open soaked in ecstasy
give me a little sp-ce to erase the token referee
throwing flags with needle name tags injecting me
with some form of abnorm psychological weaponry
with a fine point pen in sight of my notebook next to me
plus an eye full of the gene pool in which god subjected me
i spill epics to the skeptics rejecting me
not to gather more friends but make my enemy’s start respecting me
stay controlling the game so they won’t be ejecting me
you flagrantly foul players from the bench to fill your destiny
this orphanage adopts hip hop to join the infantry
beg your pardon but we watered the garden for starving victory
walked this paved path shackled in misery
uncovering clues to unlock the steel box of the industry
chained to a bed with hobbled legs trapped in misery
held hostage in a cabin by a fan with family missing me
forcing me to spit out a cl-ssic of spastic energy
placing my mind on the line, there’s no time to be finicky
i sever heads of snakes causing my mate to tempt me
with the forbidden fruit, inducing fiction in history

[hook]

- illogic lyrics

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