Tabs - Puppets lyrics

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Tabs - Puppets lyrics

[Tabs] I used to love rap but I've had it up to here Just a bunch of queers getting their strings pulled by the puppeteer Adjust your ears I gotta make something clear We once in a lifetime, won't hear this for another hundred years So chug a beer, smoke a spliff and get your mind right But eventually you clowns gotta come down from the high life You see the final signs but you're blinded by the limelight It shines bright but what I write could give the blind sight Yeah that's what I plan to do I'll show you how to scan they plans and expand your view I'll show you how they scam so you can understand the truth And see the difference between that and the crap that they're handing you But you clowns are connected to your puppet strings That's a noose around your neck son, f** your bling Hanging off of every word, you ever heard of such a thing You don't know what to think when the underling becomes the king That's right, I ain't no follower You swallow all that co*k just to get um to acknowledge ya The thrill is over cuz our culture went popular It's filled with cobras and there's vultures on top of ya And they tell me to loosen up f** this new sh**, if this is music then music s**s Goddamn I can't stand these stupid f**s Your fake crew would hate yourself too if you was us But you're not so I gotta tell you what's what Your stuff s**s and it makes me wanna up chuck I'ma give it to you raw and uncut You's a puppet you dumb f**, that's why you strung out and hung up They used to have respect from the underground But what you expect you just a f**ing puppet now You such a clown, I'm glad that you stuck around Cuz where you gonna hide when chunks in the sky are coming down Cuz your reality is synthesized Your life's a fallacy that's how it be when you live a lie You hide behind the mask so your a** is in disguise Not even recognized by your own mother, what a big surprise So one love to the hoochies in the nudie bar Plastic enhancements on b**bies leave you groupies scarred Walking all around the town like you's a movie star But your concept of beauty shows how ugly you truly are And most of the time I don't say much But it looks like you put on your makeup with a paint brush You believe the lies that's why your eyes stay shut Pick the pace up and get away from these fake f**s Cuz they're just a bunch of hoes Who do anything for exposure so bend over and touch your toes You may have fooled the public, I'm like f** it though They'll know for certain once I close the curtain on you puppet show [Hook - Coast] One time for the puppet f**s hanging from they puppet sticks Give it up for um let um know you love they sh** Cuz they feed off attention, did I mention They would sell they f**ing souls in about a half a second So one time for the groupies and the dick riders Your fake friends posing as some phony insiders I got your number and I'm keeping it on speed dial Meanwhile I'm plotting on your d**h, see how [Coal Cash] You better regroup for tryna k** me on the beat loop Snatch the soul from your chest, you look silly in that meat suit You keep nukes underground, we got deep roots Why do you even speak, mothaf**ers should keep mute I've seen puke that can better rep the streets You must be Mr. Hankey, you're a piece of sh** who speaks Generalize don't surmise who's commercial flow This was made for you mothaf**er, take it personal Go s** a dick, hope it gets you where you wanna be You wanna be rich, mothaf**ers should switch to comedy Calmly kept, I bet they let the hunger go But better hold their breath when they get swept in the undertow No wonder these puppets have played the planet Making the Muppet show marionette made mechanics With the hand up the crap of these clowns, a major f*g Not only are they rappers, now they're brown paper bags Taking stabs at every one inside the industry A true artist is something you've never been to me Intrinsically ordained and disdained From this reign of bullsh**, got a full clip for your brain So f** the fame followed by paparazzi Cuz that sh** is twisted like it fitted the Fibonacci Spiral out, f** all the idols that you down without Title bout, 'leave you talking out the side of your mouth' Suicidal now, try reviving this overdose But why do I speak you only hear a beat in the comatose [beat bopping] (I really like the beat) Can you feel me now, wow how to get through to you You hear me out, no doubt I guess it's usual Cubicle music suitable while I'm spitting the beautiful Usage of truth conveys, serenade the culture's funeral Too soon to prove from the peace pipe of poetry Too potent to show it, so I'ma hold it stoically Openly express everything I hold inside So I won't be depressed on the day your music dies Open your eyes, you can see it from a long way So when your face is f**ed, you're just doing what the song say f** her face, f** f** her face f** her face, f** f** her face You're f**ing fake, taking d**, turning love to hate I'll crush the face of a blood s**ing snake I'd love to wait and watch karma make its way back This is our genre, it's my honor to say that Payback's a b**h and she got eleven sons Everyone of them brethren and their vengeance sure to come So there's more than one monster in the wilderness Ready to tear sh** down before we start rebuilding it (Hook) [Tones] You talking Diddy bop, I'm Hip-Hop I do my thing You do the Puffy dance when the master pull the string Tryna climb the Billboard charts but in your heart There's a ?? part, that remembers when you loved the art You a wannabe that follows every Pop trend Will it stop when I pop them or is there not an end I don't know, how's that ice cream taste You wouldn't know, it's on the side of your face We need someone broke the chains, they gay once more That's an empty 16 so what's the gun for And who you punks testing, shook like ?? ?? ?? Your life could end in one second for funk flexing Tell me why all these labels buy a spot on radio Pay the show, wack to dope ten, the one the ratio Let's have a vote, who wants to hear that watered down Now who wants to hear that flavor that water mouths So give it up for the freestyles from '95 Peace to all the cyphers I see anytime I vibe Tryna reach the 33rd level of my master flow Take me back rhyming right after Tabs and Coal I love the truth, shout to my fam Bad Karma See fam with mad honor, we got the same grandfather f** all you wannabes and s*uts on your knees I poke her face rocking my poker face honestly An anomaly, you just a commodity Puppets for Illuminati, like Masons watching me Cuz I could easily end your career in a few words It's not Hip-Hop in a limo with ?? Bloomberg And I'm always on some disrespectful sh** How dare you try to insult my intelligence Coming two-faced with no natural elements I read you and your brain show lack of development I give you what's inside but you forget the thought So go back to your mothaf**ing message board Talk more sh** than I would do in real life But when you see me on stage you all still like Don't make a move cuz Tones might notice All the obnoxious sh** he was talking he might show us So good luck dumbf** start on the label The number of sales could be told as part of your fable I'm banging on the turntable like a f**ing drum You have fantasies, daydreaming of being number one Whatever that means, I guess you talk in terms of sales How can you stay fresh when all your words are stale So grind a third rail and break rare for Ol' Yawk I remember Hip-Hop when emcees don't talk It was somebody, kick a beat we wasting time Now you clones pay by the hour to lay your rhyme (Hook)