Guru: False prophets

[Chorus]Bars are sick, I spit flem in the form of gemsListen how I kiss it, watch the storm beginHarsh winds, and never coming, downpouringCats be faking jacks, don't know what they're down forThe seven and a half combine, over the frontlineThe ten percenters, promotin slander in the airtimeBear in mind jewels be the tools of the tradeSharp veins heavenly praise and dues are paid[Verse 1]They placed him on pedastols, named him the hottestA dawn with riches, women and gold objectThey spoke confederate, and not to the peopleTrying to numb off thought, like shots from a needleI peep these cocksuckas, their ways and actionsThe center of attention, the main attractionIf they were authentic, you think the fame would trap 'emNow cypher, they all up in the game just actingThe worst thing for them is when one does emergeThat exposes that fake shit and rattles their nervesA lot of niggaz switch sides 'cause its conveniantThey frontin like they down for the hood but they don't mean itI seen it, suckas with their hidden agendasTurning their backs to the streets, while they're living in splendorAnd this right here is no small topicTrickery is in the air, so beware of the false prophet[Chorus][Verse 2]Ad they laugh and smile and sip on their drinksThey disgust me, they can get spit on an inkI sit and I think, how determined they made meDemonic rap clowns from the PJ's, they hate meGreedy as hell, always showing fake loveScared of the real ones, even worse they fake thugsSomebody gave 'em money and a platform to kick it fromThey speak real well, but I still don't get it sonEventually they doomed to fallAnd they should get no space to breathe, no room at allFrom a long time ago, up to this very momentThey been twisting the truth, now I'm their opponentThey take the people's trust and misuse it for powerI'm 'bout to pull the plug and refuse these cowardsAnd this right here is no small topicTrickery is in the air, so beware of the false prophet[Chorus]