Inconvenient Truth (ft. Gandhi)

Duration

4:37

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

[Dr. Ahmad] Vow, hey, can you hear me? Yeah, uh, yeah [Verse 1: Haas Spitta] Different breed of emcees, Unworldy first class terminology My breath from holdin’ it down brings a seismic ideology Bars for centuries Hope they dig for my classics like archeology Flow been around with Da Vinci sketches as my paraphernalia That’s why I’m mature enough to sweet talk the beats And then sear ya Like a disappearing protester in the depths of Syria Follow Sharia spit my message from the cave of Hira Divine rhymes, food for thought so I dine Make my disposable seem more quotable than your fine China Smooth as margarine and I got your head shaking like Parkinson’s I stand tall for my teachings like Ostriches You just tryna park it like N64 cartriges I’m wiser like a man with 64 years of artifice Delicate artifact that’s hard to surface My vocal chords wired like circuits The tempo could make you sink in like Tempuric Spit thunder like Kendrick Perkins See above par that’s word to Mr. Lamar Words versatile like Mr. Odom Enough heat to burn half of the ozone Lyrical contents all correspond so decode ‘em Saliva got you hooked like codeine While I digest rappers like a colon My brother keep it flowin’ raw fuck a semi-colon [Verse 2: Kasim] It’s the announcement The bounce kept bouncin’ and got lost Somewhere with the house rent We in the wild, sniffin’ for bank account sense ‘Cause to get back to even You gotta start believin’ in something out of your schemin’ You can only fuck around so long Before you lose track of your semen My left shoulder whispering Burn down the forest before your seed becomes a demon Louis Galant spent his whole life tryna grab a hold of justice And in his grave he’s still reaching If we give him a hand, We could take the practice to the preachin’ A skinny kid from Tulsa Oklahoma could become Robert Meachem The bar set high, doing pull-ups on the beacon of hope For you and your homie speakin’ About a jar of blue dreams, debating on its meaning When the going gets tough, the reset get retreatin’ But shit I aint leavin’ Till me and my team in, The Final Four, Mateen Cleaves [Verse 3: Haas Spitta] Tryna get my rap game off the ground with this Dr. J hangtime Shoot it from the baseline Body takes the task head on But my soul revert to the fall away I’m feelin’ like every time I rhyme it’s a holiday So celebrate the potential of your cerebral The Lord’s gift is, endless forgiveness Like Santa upon your wish list My heart is persistent I got a vision of euphoria It’s the story of a boy, Tryna unlock his talents like Gandolf at the gates of Moria I was a timid kid can I get a chance to vent And show you my magic words Open doors with the appetence Uplift the people as I, Embrace failures and accomplishments My competence could filch a rapper’s dignity Like a Jew steal the house of a Filastin Long as I keep the keys to the game ‘Cause I know that’s my property But in reality, the holy lands holdin’ Muslims With converted families From Judaism, let the beautiful colors of people fuse Verbatim rules of the Lord slightly misused So how can that make religion the sole issue Just a community to love, Connect and embrace for God’s interview (Just a community to love, connect and embrace for God, Just a community to love) [Dr. Ahmad] Vow, vow, what do want me to say? [Gandhi] "There is an indefinable mysterious power that pervades everything, I feel it though I do not see it. It is this unseen power which makes itself felt and yet defies all proof, because it is so unlike all that I perceive through my senses. It transcends the senses.”