MuMs da Schemer - Ploylessness lyrics

Don't it smell like something fishy going on in the world? Don't it smell like something fishy going on in the world? The greatest ploy is ploylessness. So, my truth casts no shadows Because it soaks sun like Hot pavements wet with God-fire. I want to go higher. Beyond, beyond before, When I was who I was When the thought of what was Wasn't what it has become, But a true representation of what it will be when it's done. Me? Be infinity's cousin. Gave that n******g a scar up underneath his eye After a lethal lie. He was dissing me While we was playing The Dozens. "Don't be f**ing calling me stupid! And don't be talking 'bout my Moms!" We're in a cycle of antipathy And the constellation is Arms. But we be sitting on corners, Sipping corrupted quarter waters, Doing jumping-jacks, Jumping at the first chance to jump up and dance and shout and shake And sure enough show off our pittance. Pitted against preparation, concentration, reparation, The constellation... is Arms! 41 shots aimed at the nearest star. Plungers peering the innards of who we are. Bullets piercing our resilient flesh, Re-instilling that brilliant d**h that was felt on the Atlantic floor. f** am I here for!? Huh!? f** am I here for!? Life. Write these rhymes, get this dough. Liberty? That must be that statue down near them buildings Where they be getting that dough. The pursuit of happ- The pursuit!? "Boy, look at that n******g run! And when he get caught he can lie!" Like Plymouth Rocks And Rushmore Mountains And [separate fountains] And desperate moments And what you call purple mountain majesties, Purple mountain majesties sound to me like strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood on the root. Treat me nice, yo, If you want me to have your back.