Wally What - Fact Diction lyrics

[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] To the rhyme I commit my mind on a script. I write like theatre I like the sound (Nice). My life got weirder Near the goals, you see it like the life that appears to souls Causing a brother fear, to go—oh! Destiny is calling but the phone company is hating And I can't afford the call, waiting That fast money sh** involved Satan But I can go from train stations to four-day inns f** being all patient while y'all caking Into my kush like my balls aching. I'm trying to bubble Like the belly that dissolve bacon Grab the beddy, hit the telly, then it's all scraping But check the girlies for the Kelly ‘cause they all faking Not up to par. Better start breaking, get Crazy Legs with it Or crazy pay digits. If you crazy, pave with it Shady with them ladies who don't hate b**hes [Hook 1: Breez Evahflowin'] You know I spit for and cry for and live for, would die for it Live on the fire, going eye for an eye for it Knowing when I hit you with magnificent tracks They won't be lacking non-fiction—my diction is fact [Hook 2: [?] and (Breez Evahflowin')] (True. That's how we do) And I never meant to cause you no pain (No pain, no. No pain) I just want y'all to know that this here ain't no game So y'all brothers better keep sh** tight (Keep it tight when you're on the mic) Before you talk on a lie (Keep it tight when you're on the mic) [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] Word to God or whatever you trust to bring your spirit From up out of the dust, I'm here to touch some ‘Cause Lord knows there's been enough fronting And f** the success—Russell and Puff should have done something Faking jacks with them charity acts. But it's clear By their actions them motherf**ers gun-pumping Don't be confused when you part of a chain, caught in the game Over time, it get harder to gain. Uncle Tom hopped Onto the train heading to a greener pasture Glorifying prison for the evil demon masters Lord knows why them cowards is fed Putting product out that says, “Black Power is dead” Pump the positive. You ain't here no more. You ain't feeling it You promote the bullsh** but you ain't got to deal with it I'm feeling it half-time but [feed off the half?]. I'm Turned off by insecure n***as with a** rhymes This hip hop national pastime is weak Too many act sweet, some polishing theirs cleats Some try to compete, lack grace in defeat And, at haste, activating their heat and get beat [Hook 1: Breez Evahflowin'] You know I spit for and cry for and live for, would die for it Live on the fire, going eye for an eye for it Knowing when I hit you with magnificent tracks They won't be lacking non-fiction—my diction is fact [Hook 2: [?] and (Breez Evahflowin')] (True. That's how we do) And I never meant to cause you no pain (No pain, no. No pain) I just want y'all to know that this here ain't no game So y'all brothers better keep sh** tight (Keep it tight when you're on the mic) Before you talk on a lie (Keep it tight when you're on the mic) [Outro: Breez Evahflowin'] Yeah. It's real. Keep it real for real, for real. No doubt. Breez Evahflow. Stronghold is the crew and Wally What is the stu-dio. [?]. Yo. Yeah