It's Fabricated

It's Fabricated

Cotton hard or rock soft, you can rock on or rock off. That tough guy facade is only getting your rocks off. Off the top, I'm off the block. I'm not pitching the rock, just spitting what you cook in a pot. That lethal, it will make ya heart stop. I don't pose to be hard, its just hard being me. It's easier to be yourself, yet you're trying hard to be a wannabe. Lies are the enemy and I'm spitting behind enemy lines. My truth is making the enemy's bodies drop. No top, ruthless with lyrics, so the onslaught won't stop. Non stop perpetration, the X on your mouth marks the spot. Assassination to the fictitious facades, I'm snipering for big dreams and my ambitions are the red dot. Lies are everywhere, there’s no logical arrangement, a bunch of scattered plot. A needle filled with truth serum, the injection is the liars' burial spot. A graveyard of falsification, dead the fabrication or your conscience will erode and rot. Yea cooking up a solution, its my desire and ambitions boiling in the pot. Lies are a different version of the truth, that's an incomplete plot. Get your story right because the truth's attention is killing your spot.

You can captivate the audience without being a fictitious goon. With your fabricated street cred, now the streets are talking and you're looking like a buffoon. The lies are cloudy and the truth is on the forecast, a person's clarity is the typhoon. Too many people's persona are a tornado of lies, pulling the wool over our eyes, a bunch of racoons. I'm hate liars so I'm sharp with the criticism, yea spitting harpoons. Your fraudulent activities are bring in the storm, I can feel the monsoon. The truth is lunar eclipsing the lies, the facts are written on the moon. You can't hide yourself forever, your taste of reality is coming soon. Lying is an epidemic so I'm diplomatically deploying my defenses,the first line is my creative platoon. You're suiciding your tough guy persona, the only thing you're drawing are cartoons. It's western style, we're hanging the liars at high noon. Rifling off the facts, yea that's gunning the truth, I'm a word play goon. I'm not a butterfly yet since my attribute metamorphosis is still in my greatness cocoon. I'm done for now but I'll be back soon.
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