Wiki - New Truths lyrics

" Yo what are the reviews gonna say on this one?, we already knew he could rap What? he over doing it? Like somehow it's bad I mastered my craft I don't got sh*t to prove I don't need you to approve of i" It all started with Party and Bullsh*t Then saw the flaming bush Parted the seas the moon hardly been pulling Keep it pushing Read a book or keep it shush How the tide so tied to a rock in the sky Look Could see it from Dubai all the way to Brooklyn Sometimes it eclipse, sh*t whatever to keep you looking Don't that make you blind I ain't know, I ain't slow But I never was a pro when it came to sciencе I'm just bold cause I was exposed Listеned to what I was told From every single soul Mix it all in a pot Give it a different tone Lot of college kids piss me off Talk like friken clones Of the next half ass old professor But you can't talk to someone that don't know the lecture You ever talk to someone with no direction? Ever talk to someone who ain't go for letterman? Sold anything they hold slept at whoever's home would let em in While you wrote letters hoping that they let you in You ever talk to them? Graduated from a loud pack to some pounds now he bout to get it in For you it was just cap and gowns a little gin From your father's liquor cabinet he finally let you in But you lacked blacked out Left you assed out on the couch What I'm bout to have to say don't be mad about But b, you ball like you got dragged out the house I ball like "we really talking bout practice now" You could laugh about it now It's been long since Still some nonsense Way they took it out of context But what does it matter now On to the next stress in life I gotta solve What's that all about? But its all good Just some more sh*t I have to rap about (chorus) Too many many like 50 But they ain't out to get me, nah They just trying to get in with me But I got enough friends To be polite pretend But the act Could only last for like ten Throw the mics out the lens Do it raw hard core The sh*t you can't type Gotta write with a pen Some real sh*t Like you writing kites to the pen Just finished my last sh*t Don't want me writing again I passed it down I'm passed it now 27 and respected I don't have to bow I don't have to laugh and smile I'm established now How? Ask the crowd You don't see em chanting out He a actor nah but rap like he work at santa's house All I actually have to have is chow A half a pound of loud And a honey that will hold me down after mouth I'm talking me to her and her to me Only if your worthy b A little top swap I'll give you what you deserve, but only if you make it work for me Let's see what you got Ma Don't care how the curtains be I don't judge I fall in love with every girl I see Every one's a pearl to me They all mean the world to me But they either curving me Or acting like a bird to me Brand new Acting like they ain't heard of me Few that do be cute and try to flirt with me Flirt back for the courtesy But what's concerning me Is they the ones always trying to get my sperm from me Then it occurred to me I'ma give the earth my seed Splurging Have a whole world of me's Cursing running 'round like circus freaks But all of em half God like Hercules Slack off burden me But they'll all have bars What else will they learn from me No matter what some mutts Cast off ain't a worthy breed All of em will certainly Surpass me with certainty After everything I did its they're turn to speak Remained an old soul like turtles be Stayed underground like gerbil's be The label burned em like a third degree Churned em like bu*ter in the bakery I urged them when they muttered to say their piece Whole thing A to Z Take it from mua Then I murdered em with everything that came to me (chorus) Too many many like 50 But they ain't out to get me, nah They just trying to get in with me But I got enough friends To be polite pretend But the act Could only last for like ten Throw the mics out the lens Do it raw hard core The sh*t you can't type Gotta write with a pen Some real sh*t Like you writing kites to the pen Just finished my last sh*t Don't want me writing again (X2) "too many men, too many men,"