Sho Baraka - Liar's Anthem lyrics

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Sho Baraka - Liar's Anthem lyrics

Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** I step outta the front door Music is inflating my ego It's hard to just let go Beats bangin' thoughts in my torso The streets then repeat it like echoes The picture thats painted, It makes me wanna live life dangerous It makes me wanna be rich and famous I know it ain't righteous But they make it look so enticing It attacks my ears like it's Tyson, Takes a bite of my conscience Watch me bob my head to some nonsense Rob, steal, k**, and speak bondage I could be truthful, I used to be silent But its got your boy straight fillin' with violence I'm using the ladies, I used to respect them And now your boy say anything just to s** them I used to modest, I used to be honest Now I do anything to get those dollars 'Cause I love... Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** (what) Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** (what) Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** (what) Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** (that's what they want) Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** (that's what they want) Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** (that's what they want) Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** Record execs make a k**in', "Yeah we could pay you in millions" Cash to the ceiling, don't trust your conviction or feelin' You'll be just misleading some children Their parents will blame you You communicate what you've been through They don't understand you're a black dude And one that does rap too They just complain and they ha**le They would do it too if they had to You just make paper, we don't need to know where it came from You didn't make the rope which they hang from Cocaine and that handgun, everyone there saw 'em the same bruh But this is the country of freedom You can have women, you can have diamonds This is what sells, greed, s**, d**, and violence Package these items, for people to buy them And one day you would be an executive giant Produce and sell... Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** (what) Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** (what) Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** (what) Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** (that's what they want) Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** (that's what they want) Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** (that's what they want) Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** (Paul) Who's at fault for ignoring Paul shootin' right for them Jordans 'Cause Nike extortin' the loyalty of poor man's emotions Without them they feel less important And how about athletes, they come from the same back-streets And they could make them shoes a lot more cheap And how about rappers, they boast about evil They say the same stuff they got copied from Kinko's And what are the wealthy, that keep on complainin' They ask for legislation and they think that will change men And how about churches, they become obsolete They call more meetings just to talk about outreach And have more workshops, and hear more men speak And just repeat all the deep thoughts a dead man inked Who's without blame here, I guess we're all guilty In the core of mans heart, yeah were all filthy Man has no standards, he thinks he has answers We all got disease and it's much worse than cancer He speaks with the father, he wants your allegiance He plays God's role, yeah it's like we don't need him But he hates... Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** (what) Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** (what) Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** (what) Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** (that's what they want) Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** (that's what they want) Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d** (that's what they want) Pimpin', pimpin', pimpin', murder, murder, sell d**

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