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wc-drs - the fault line lyrics

intro:
an inquisitive n-gga, that’s the exact sh-t i don’t like
interrogating my black -ss for everything, because some
crackerjacks and other diddy kong m-f-s, always wanting
an answer from me, to think because i prefer silence
to a bunch of kathy chatty f-ggy, csi sh-t, for some reason
it makes me look like i’m at fault for their problems…

verse 1:
aight, y’all allow me to take these grains of sand in my
watch, to tell you uneducated m-f-s how to be
equivocal with your time and not to waste it
so i’ll inform you on why you should never hold me
..accountable for whatever wasn’t even my own doughin’ (doing)
circ-mstantial at best like when oj got off s-d-stically
off of making blood come on his ex-wife and male mistress
a mist that stresses, no trace evidence to be found on mattresses
the perfect excerpt of an example, percent examination samples
with no use of getting ex-ample seconds outta, x’s and pulled
sherlock, no sh-t i have no answer to your baseless questions
think you’ll beat some thing from me? sure, lock, i’ll throwaway
the key, so you fools you’ll be s.o.g.l., unluckily
same instance when puritans tried finding pure warlocks in salem
i’m deceptive like a snake from the hood, when yours is cl-toral?
fine watch me spit truth serum, so pick your poisonous syrup
just know when i do, few good men are prepared to handle
the cruising and chronic acid, ‘for i sear onto you to run
it’s difficult to call me snitch, when you asked me to switch
on and off, google html, basic binary, either-or fallacy sh-t

hook:
faulted, cracked down, drillin’ for responses
that ain’t even in their vicinity around
conspicuous as sus n-ggas who sit too close and
try melding the bonds of veracity, to which they bend

verse 2:
i have trust issues? naw i just don’t take anyone’s 2 cents
when stingy motherf-ckers, can’t even spare 2 cents of change
to transients, since they could use transaction to transport ’em
money’s a vehicle, moves a bums’ world to hail merry-go round
which is why when it comes straight to the t of the fault line?
it’s no fault of mine, but thankless misgivings of total failures
they’re called that because they’ll fail your, litmus test
liars, lying like lions who lie in broad daylight, lay in place
for laid laymen to lightly, lay them to lower rest
what a faulty line like, god saying it’s nature’s fault for quakes
shaking crust, oscillating everyone’s, quakers’ baked foundation
gonna give it you straight, like lex steele pole vaultin’
black steel into a ho’s oral cavity, a soapbox in need of cleaning
pause..let me wait, to gather my thoughts together like a john, who
gathered his brothel flock chicken and fishheads, a master baiting
forgive me for being a mental m-st-rbator, getting mindf-cked
when i tee off, my words are wood, george washington, carving’
filibustering onto to redwood, so tree hugging hippies can track
ill will hunting and dis-ease me, arrest for resting in forest
for k!lling the rest of their environmental beliefs on how entwined
tongue twisted roots of human nature be, to be frank it’s sticking
a resident of evil, t-virus to the bone density in my t cells
dr. brennan can verify, the real disease isn’t i, but politicians

hook:
faulted, cracked down, drillin’ for responses
that ain’t even in their vicinity around
conspicuous as sus n-ggas who sit too close and
try melding the bonds of veracity, to which they bend

outro:
how you jack-sses gonna say i’m the cause of all these problems
when i’m a part of the same cause as the solution to pros
horsesh-tting on minorities and people like me who have nothing
to do with conspiracies, fabricated as the fabric, catered to
all const-tuents’ facial recognition scanners, looking for new
liberals idiots to pin the tail onto the donkeys in these parties?

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