Judas - The Truth (Prod. Rabbi Rosenbloom) lyrics

Time keeps slipping, but I don't give a sh** I'm a gold lyricist, I hope that hov hears me spit Golden Globe Trotter, even the bold fear this piff My Soul gold. Third Eye Zoned, like Ab-Soul feelin' lit Snack bar after bar, I eat you clones like Calzones I'm unknown, so far, but what's that tune in your dome? It's I against I, physical matter aside I'm gonna rhyme as it coincides with my flow divine My whole goal's blown like the Ozone in the sky So I hold hope inside that you fold in decline It's sublime I'm refined to exceed your weak Tantalus reach You tried to cut the web as the tarantulas preached Pray with Buddha, 'Cause all of y'all Arachnids about to get cleaved Gettin' rid of you stains as if I'm handlin' bleach Spit these flames, I ain't no amateur beast You hazardous fat cat ba*tards I'm a master MC, let the rat get its cheese You'd rather cram a gram worth of Xanax and ram it in your casket off the planet faster than planned. In fact I'm the spastic, cla** and drastic acting rap addict and I've had it. Ain't no impa**e, a cla**ic. God damn it Jonah CB, yeah, I'm the rap Louis Pasteur I'll blast ya, twist backwards and crack your back An attack from the krakken What's crackin'? I lack the whack sh** that you're jackin', and I'm not done rappin' See, Kanye West said the Midwest was restless He was steering clear of calling it the best sh** Impressive Your best rip was half of my test hit, collect this Y'all less defenseless with this sense relentless I got no closed doors and no fence sans entrance Yeah, that's French, b**h Ain't I pretentious? But no less relentless My penchant for erudition, with no suspicion, keeps me livin,' day trippin', enlightened citizen I'm writin' to ignite the Prime Meridian, I'm flippin' meticulous writtens, like when I write, ain't hard to think of them I'mma fine you for that tweak weak sh** again, my ice bars made your "nice" cars slip again Metaphors? I'm f**in' flickin' them as I'm f**in' livin', damn I'm Hannibal, you think that's a can-a-bull But you can't handle these mandibles When I preach, spit, my speech it's understandable Grab a pull of that jack... and then we swig it No Diggity noise, the kind that makes you dig wit' it Probably never earn like six digits But my lip's crimson, 'cause I bite that cypher like six triggers, I'm six figures I snapped your padlock with some chalk and blue scissors Loose leaf scripture Infused with music to produce a new picture Nonfiction for the clueless I made a muse out the muted So I could induce their two cents, new sh** My influence, the truancy that my cool crew cruise with (HOOK x3) The Truth hits the roof when the youth are aloof So settle down, children, and listen to the proof We may be lost souls Slippin' away with every pull But lost ain't dead and our hearts are still in bold