Simplysound - Truth and Fiction lyrics

[1st Verse] Part of the gossip folks I'm not / but ay, it's possible we flock together And I be adding my two cents / at times I'm at a loose end Sick of being called cute, man So I'm dissing people for no particular reason- I'm confused, man Peer pressure / sometimes it appears rasher Than it actually is, boy, it can be a real smasher That you just thought about for years, treasured Waiting for the right time to bust it on this here record Yes, sir / no need to thank me, man, it is my pleasure Certainly not a masher / but I love to catch her off guard Confidence is beyond measure / boy, I bulk large Sometimes my rhymes are like a slasher / film: all warped It might be ‘cause of that second hand smoke But really, man, sometimes I just let the thang float And sometimes I extend the damn scope In order to add a little suspense to an anecdote [Hook (x2)] Truth and fiction / can't tell the difference Lose suspicion / and just keep listening New prescription / to keep you fixing Now who's here, b**hing? / b**h, slit your wrist, then [2nd Verse] I combine the necessary lies / with the necessary truth In order to produce a good crop of fruit You're demanding I'm supplying / but depending on the message and the use I will add-on or reduce verisimilitude Might cross out a syllable or add a break To make the statement more considerable / formidable challenge To keep the sh** comprehensible to you silly hoes Really doe, I need that milli so / what the dealio? f** it / I need to make it ‘fore I kick the bucket So c'mon, Mister Label-Boss, please let me s** it I might just have what it takes to make the fans flock in sh**, listen to my repertoire, you know, my sh** gon' sky-rocket I'm a rocket man / damn, if you can't see it, I'ma line my pocket then Buy a diamonded locket and / put my own picture in it I f**ing love it, man Haters be like: “Yeah, well, why don't you shove it, man!” [Hook x2] [3rd Verse] Pen is mightier than sword / some rather believe in that Than the almighty Lord / it's what the late 90s brought That made me worship this music Hip Hop enthusiast / didn't give no sh** about no truth just f**ing with this sh** cos it was just the bomb Felt like I belong / each and every song Had me psyched up and that's what it's all about That's why we're never falling out / can't just halt it now Until I bite the dust / stepping to the mic's a must Getting in a kind of rush / thrill of excitement, I lust For every rhyme, a gush / of words that'll make the mic combust Feeling like I've got the Midas touch And such like / however much I provoke Cannot deny I'm en vogue / however I promote The fact that you don't have to take every word with a pinch of salt Claim to be the realest but in the end it's all [Hook]