KiddDaLegend - Lies (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] Pray to the Lord that all you make it home A lot of half-a**in' in this business A lot of half-a**in' as far as rap is concerned Gotta call in the ghosts to get the job done… Oh Lawd! [Verse 1] Bra** knuckles, steeltoes, in a caged fight/ Beat a n***a, stomp a n***a, ask him if his face feels right/ k** the likes of any type that's feeling right/ In the moment, you can die tonight, drive-by's with a scope sight/ Extra clip with hollows and a suppressor, say night-night/ Y'all trynna bite a n***a style like I ain't gotta life/ Birdies in the kitchen lookin' all white/ I'm not even talkin' about that white/ This is what I sound like when the mic's right/ Eatin' and chewin' syllables and pokin' metaphors into the bright light/ That's what you call a hotspot, right?/ '03 to Round 4 lil' n***a, this is Fight Night/ You not the champion unless you believe in Babylon/ Peelin' and driftin' off to the cla**ics, ExciteBike/ I might, just pick up a mic and you'll go into hindsight/ Bright lights, with all of the music out, n***a it is my time/ Guarantee, that every line is heaven's delivery/ Of a baby for a family, but then it could mean for somebody to plea insanity/ I gotta dress for you Fat Alberts, straight from Target and it's called a manatee/ Study the art of a raw rhymer scientifically, that's my Grey's Anatomy/ I'm drinkin' pickle juice while I chuck the deuce while I'm wearin' Chucks, too/ But I'm not wearing any, cause I got on these Timb' boots/ Loaded an extra clip in my pen, dare a n***a to talk, I bet I shoot/ [hook-bridge] [Verse 2] (01:42) On the End Days, gla** will start to shatter/ n***as rap like fecal matter/ Eatin' bars for days, I got that NutriGrain on a platter/ Fig treats, good weed, and some beats; The Holy Trinity/ In a jam trynna dodge lead from them boys, Trinity!/ I'm on my Matrix 'ish, a couple of rappers believin' Illuminati did this/ How'd you figure it come to this?/ I body instruments and leave the ligaments frozen inside the fridge/ Legendary, it's also known as the Kidd/ K-I-DD L-O-E/ D-A L-E-G-E-N-D; G-O-D-K-I-DD/ Bless n***as with verses, I'm B-More's reverend (preach!)/ Tell the big homie Erick he don't need a sermon for this one/ Click-clack, I bringin' the bars back, now give up/ Ssutt 2×, that's word to Crooked I/ Circle of Bosses with HiiiPowers, the New World Order is now defined/ The Novus Ordo Seclorum, a better order for the ages/ Get back to ma**es making rules instead of us inside of mental cages/ In my opinion, I don't believe we as a people begin to start thinking/ But it's all good, cause you can get an A+ just for blinking/ Don't have to break it into layman's terms, you should get it/ Weaponized, my eyes are the weapons, don't you get it?/ Took that from "Small-Pacs", look it up cause their bars hot/ k**in' these fashion rappers, backpackers, gun-clappers, Meek Milliez/ You silly, for not thinking that the boy isn't illy/ Like Tip, and that's word to the paper trail that led me in this b**h/ [hook-bridge] [Bridge-verse] The Devil is a lie (3×) Why the hell you let 'im ride? The Devil is a lie (3×) Why the hell you let 'im slide? The Devil is a lie (2×) You believe there's a Devil, then I believe Jesus is alive You believe there's a Devil, I'll accept Bruce Jenner's still a guy If there really is a Devil, that's one helluva disguise [hook-bridge] [Verse 3] It all begun from the low-go/ Can't build up a franchise without a logo/ Started from the Mid-surface, now I'm trynna hit the top/ Trynna sell yourself as single, too bad it ain't a promo/ Your mans might be undercover, he'll wanna share if…like a cop/ And you don't even know the reason/ Them boys in blue bust in, then charge you for treason/ Them boys ironic to the weather, too cold in the heat season/ Everybody got their ACs on but the heat's still seepin'/ Through the walls, make a brotha even hotter/ k**as pull weapons like wands, no Harry Potter/ Turn them bullets into warts on ya forehead like a hog/ The real Hogwarts, where tricks get used, to get you confused/ But then you'll end up in the trunk of a car, hog-tied and abused/ This that stuff the real n***as use, when the codes aren't followed through/ Mess with the law, I break your jaw, with combos from Tekken fool/ Dismantle your mandible, make it look like you always drool/ The days you wanna drown that sorrow, gotta jump in that swimming pool/ And that's word to Kendrick, too/ I make food outta rappers who look brand new/ I got that vicious appetite to diss you like Papoose/ Your days is over, hang it up, get a damn noose/ You'll be more famous then you were before, just on the local news/ Just turned 20 my dude, I gotta start making moves/ And breed life, from the seed of the light/ Get illuminated, get educated, get your money up tight/ Feed that mind, body and spirit with all your might/ Last n***a went against my bars, died in a firefight/ Bye…