Illicit - Headphones Lie lyrics

[Intro: Effect] Aiyyo, man, yo, Dang., man I had this crazy dream last night It was like, yo, there was six of us and we all went in on one track and It was bugged out, man It was like... Mic Stylz, rock rock on and-ah Termanology, rock rock on and-ah D-Tiddy, rock rock on and-ah Illicit, rock rock on and-ah Esoteric, rock rock on and-ah My man Dang., rock rock on and-ah Aiyyo Term, man, you the early bird in this motherf**er Yo, k** that sh**, let these motherf**ers know they all [Verse 1: Termanology] ...terrible! Never flowin above average Laughin at ya tracks at this Cracker Barrel, a bag of piff Hazardous to your health, make you melt if you challenge this Me and my dogs make up a squad of the violentest Rappers that you ever met, slap you then I crack a Beck's Statued as the best so rest at my inhabitance Imagine this miraculous flow, check how I master this Aiyyo Effect, son pa** the rope, I toe tag 'em quick I'm on my G Rap sh**, my flow complicated So I'm exonerated, my whole squad amazing Rap s**s and I mean not us But most of these jack-in-the-box cats that pop up Get chopped up tryin to go against the samurai My sword's sharp, machettes'll cut a hair in five You bump your own sh**, swearin that you top five But your headphones just lie, it's all in your mind [Verse 2: Effect] Now what kinda brand do I gotta buy To think you tight, cause my f**in Bose headphones fried Do I gotta bite the bullet, buy the ones by Dre? sh** ain't popped off since my last shot of Jäge' It taste great when it's chased with of an emcee's fate Mixtapes are paperweights and the managers rape The rap game's Penn State, y'all are freshmen bait That explains why you always show up to cla** late Great, gimme one goal that you set and achieve Dapping Term at a show ain't really what I mean Neither is meeting Mic or a beat by D Gimme anything, one rhyme that I can believe How 'bout an MP3? What the f** is a disc? To press play, skip skip, pause, skip-skip-skip sh**, at least you drop songs that your best friend like Cause you ain't that fly, unless my headphones lie [Verse 3: MC Esoteric] Naw, they poorly tell the truth, just another dick in the booth Sounded like he never spend no time around the mic We down to strike, counter strike on the flim-flams Spam my Instagram, @MCEsoteric "This sh** is the jam" - no it's not, put it away Find a new line of work, put my reply on your résumé I rock, Middle Eastern bills Now I rock Dubai, makin Middle Eastern bills I got the bees-like sk**s, and a rugged flow Stuck in the 90's like a boom bap tempo So when they say, "Here, bud" I take that music, put it in my earbud headphones Put that I, need an ear plug cause, I don't wanna hear thugs Rhymin over gentle thuds of Drake-inspired drums That are hard as soap suds out of baby bubble baths You rhyme? Don't make a motherf**er laugh [Verse 4: D-Tension] I got buds in my ears, got buds on this track I smoke a lotta buds, yeah these buds got my back I'm back, the new single, get it for free If you're gonna steal my records, please steal 'em from me We got, MediaFire, D-Tension.com MegaUpload, [?], and Amazon Decade three, a decorated career And more money makin records than on weed and beer I'm still here, but where my peer group go? Mike Zoot, El Fudge, Mighty Mi, hello? I can't believe I outlasted them ba*tards I wish to God they come back a lot faster Cause frat rap overtook the game Just when I thought rap couldn't be more lame They sound the same, they cut from the same pie But they saying the sh**'s hot, guess my headphones lie [Verse 5: Illicit] Yeah, I guess my headphones lie All that gun totin, you ain't that guy All that blunt smokin, you ain't that high All that c*nt pokin, you ain't that fly, liar-liar You never heard the story 'bout the black tongue? All that noise you poppin ain't sh**, lil' cap gun Only go to church and slap nuns, you are that thug When you stayed in school, err'day, with a packed lunch I need headphones with deception-protection They livin in a dream, Inception, Inception Curse 'em all out, for good measure, throw a hex in Rememberin the day when they used to be my best friend Now I'm lookin at 'em like I don't wanna wear 'em And f** speakers too, I don't wanna hear 'em They promise they'll be with me 'til the day I die But now I can't trust no one, my headphones lie, damn [Verse 6: Mic Stylz] I write this rhyme with the finger to the sky Cause to me, most the best emcees already died I write this rhyme with a tear to my eye Cause either rap s**s these days or my headphones lied Hip-hop still alive but it's shoppin for a headstone to buy Cause birdbrain rappers wanna act fly They wanna act sly, they wanna talk swag They wanna talk Fab, and throw it in the bag When I was comin up, underground heads had a backpack Nowadays, the underground's replaced by frat rap Kids rockin snapbacks, thinkin it's a throwback But snapbacks were never cool, don't you fools know that? Each day I keep a tighter grip on my pride And every day it gets harder for me to let sh** slide Everyday, I try to eat and keep the hunger inside I love hip-hop, even when my headphones lie