Guru - False Prophets lyrics

Bars are sick, I spit phlegm in the form of gems Listen how I kiss it, watch the storm begin Harsh winds and never coming, down pouring Cats be faking jacks, don't know what they're down for The seven and a half combine over the front line The ten percenters, promoting slander with the airtime Bear in mind j**els be the tools of the trade Sharp veins, heavenly praise and dues are paid They placed him on pedestals, named him the hottest A dawn with riches, women and gold objects They spoke confederate and not to the people Trying to numb off thought like shots from a needle I peep these co*ks**as, their ways and actions The center of attention, the main attraction If they were authentic, you think the fame would trap 'em Now cypher, they all up in the game just acting The worst thing for them is when one does emerge Who exposes that fake sh** and rattles their nerves A lot of n***az switch sides 'cause it's convenient They fronting like they down for the hood but they don't mean it I seen it, s**as with their hidden agendas Turning their backs to the streets while they're living in splendor And this right here is no small topic Trickery is in the air, so beware of the false prophets Bars are sick, I spit flem in the form of gems Listen how I kiss it, watch the storm begin Harsh winds, and never coming, down pouring Cats be faking jacks, don't know what they're down for The seven and a half combine, over the front line The ten percenters, promoting slander with the airtime Bear in mind j**els be the tools of the trade Sharp veins, heavenly praise and dues are paid As they laugh and smile, and sip on their drinks They disgust me, they can get spit on an ink I sit and I think how determined they make me Demonic rap clowns from the PJ's, they hate me Greedy as hell, always showing fake love Scared of the real ones, even worse, they fake thugs Somebody gave 'em money and a platform to kick it from They speak real well, but I still don't get it, son Eventually they doomed to fall And they should get no space to breathe, no room at all From a long time ago up to this very moment They been twisting the truth, now I'm their opponent They take the people's trust and misuse it for power I'm 'bout to pull the plug and refuse these cowards And this right here is no small topic Trickery is in the air, so beware of the false prophets Bars are sick, I spit flem in the form of gems Listen how I kiss it, watch the storm begin Harsh winds, and never coming, down pouring Cats be faking jacks, don't know what they're down for The seven and a half combine, over the front line The ten percenters, promoting slander with the airtime Bear in mind j**els be the tools of the trade Sharp veins, heavenly praise and dues are paid