Exile - Pseudo lyrics

[Emanon] d**h to the fake who be faking about they stake And mistaken that Emanon is not flexing the raw Real recognize that whenever we enterprises We enter to mesmorize all the s**ers and y'all Better be giving props in the proper manner but man I don't understand How so many crews be comming out wack But I guess it doesn't matter about the latter they manufacture A weak production matter of fact Let me get to begin in on this and get to spitting in on this The name is Aloe Blacc and yes I come fromm the Oooo Range down in between the LA and the SD where the people be testy Because they plastic you know Major problem is that they spoilling all of they kids with money Instead of making them work hard for the dough But anyway they probably won't never say what I say Because they too scared to admit they might becoming PSEUDO! [Hook] We are turning (pseudo) Everybody's becoming (pseudo) Nature's dead (pseudo) So we are (pseudo) Everybody wants to be (pseudo) [Emanon] Answer me this, what's the point of popping the cry If they ain't paying you to pop it up inside your lyrics Answer me this what's the point of popping the gats All up in your raps when on the streets you ain't even strapped Answer me this yo why you gotta spit about d** Slanging in your rhymes you know lying you ain't a thug Answer me this you came up cause your homey was signed So why trying to act like you could bust raps you can't rhyme You a pseudo psycho I might go and broadcast a Documentary about your fake a** you won't last Because the people be seeing through all that plastic Take off the packaging s**a come out with some fat sh** That's it, don't even speak a word on the mic If it ain't true to how you live and verified to your life Cause you a pseudo, psycho I might go and broadcast a A documentary about your fake a** with no cla** There are so many Fake a** wannabes Far as eye could see Why can't they be real [Hook]