Verse One:
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I heard your album and I don't believe a word of it
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I think you're soft like that trick, Mother Hubbard
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Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods
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Like Mother goose, who lived in a shoe;
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Next door to your weak-ass crew.
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Nine flew over the coocoo's nest
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Took a worm from the mouth of a baby bird
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I know you heard, as the world turns
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8 million stories to tell, 7 and a half million lies
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500 000 facts in doubt
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Aaaarrgh!
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Heard your album and I don't believe a word of it aaargh!
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Tink you're soft like that trick, Mother Hubbard
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Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods
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Like Mother goose, who lived in a shoe;
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Next door to your weak-ass crew.
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Nine flew over the coocoo's nest
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Took a worm from the mouth of a baby bird
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I know you heard, as the world turns
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8 million stories to tell, 7 and a half million lies
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500,000 facts in doubt
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The well is almost dry, down to his last lie, why?
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How many bodies you cancelled since your last video?
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How many keys or dope did you flip in your rhyme flow?
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Save it for David;
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When you said it, never gave it a second thought
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Fans bought the wolf ticket
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Shitted on reality for fantasy produced *by tact*
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Mr Rough-records --
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On a real island yo ass won't be whilin' and smilin'
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Who's the character?
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With gold records and life still harder than artica
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Niggaz is backwards, step in a revolving door
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I sold drugs and wanted to rap --
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Now niggaz rap and wanna sell drugs
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Dem celebreties wanna be thugs
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But when them slugs start flyin'
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And the beef comes they start crying (sample of a cry)
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(I knew he was lying)
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Wishing, hard-core gangstas turn into born again christians
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Chorus:
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Who da lying king talkin' about his diamond ring
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Flipping keys killing all his enemies please
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All you do is write rhymes
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This fronting with yours is makin it harder for minez
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You lying king.
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Verse Two:
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No-body out there be mislead
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So no-body out there be mislead
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Stop lying y'all
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Rappers be lying all the way to be bank Gee! *that's cool?*
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Describe Luchiano Alamensky. Fantasies!
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Female MCs even ryhme about flipping keys
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Couldn't work a triple been, na mean?
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It seems like keep it real
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Means real bogus --
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Real fake --
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Outta focus when you wrote this
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Half of the niggaz yelling blunts don't even smoke this
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I hope this get through, if you heard it
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I'll expose ya panties, by pulling your skirt up
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Word up! I heard alotta stories
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Alotta fake glories and unknown territories
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It sounded a little fishy
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Like red snapper, and trout
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Niggaz is boneless, like filet
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Soft enough to saute okay?
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The sky is the limit:
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Even I exaggerate when I create
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But I don't perpertrate and illustrate
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To sound great, cuz it's fake
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I really will *make my take* and break ya neck in two
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If you disrespect my crew
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This is what I do, not physically
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I'll break you with the one-two
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Who the hell do you think you foolin'?
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I see though you coming from the *bing*
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I hate the lying king
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No-body out there be mislead
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So no-body out there be mislead
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No-body out there be mislead
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Stop lying y'all
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Chorus x 2
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Lyin King
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Nine |