20syl - STS x LII (Freestyle) lyrics

Rappers try to tell me their god Or sell me their god Well the bellies full of air don't care dear God Machiavelli on the air with a heli doing circles Cuz they'll murk you for a glare down here dear God Got a hostile rapper selling me coke out of reach from the truth in their recordings Got a Gospel rapper selling me hope out to preach to the youth in a pair of Jordan's Knowing damn well that they can't afford ‘em Guess the poor can't tell what they're supporting Say, know your master ain't no matter little meth little s** a little known fact For the middle of the U.S. goes mad for a symbol when it's dressed in gold Ask, who can do all that and fill a dome after And I ain't talking bout these known rappers Wanna talk about cain or talk about Cain All the same when your cane is a crutch They came for the hunt of the game the ones who are lamed No shame when they aiming for lunch they came for the bucks Tryna get their fill, robbing sons maybe they came for the ducks Phil Robertson eh maybe I'm explaining too much entertaining is such a thin line You will find I'm on both sides of the sand try to throw a stone my man Now try again with a hole inside both hands Said a mind and soul is two fold Like the hands I hold I do fold I could fan the flames or be that flame to a fan In a world that's too cold And I'm lost in it