What Lies Beneath

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Shakaa called me up to do this thing for Soundbombing And I figured that I'd do it cause it wasn't no alarmin' Shine a little bit, in case somebody was forgettin' About that Queens motherfucker, y'all need to take cover I'mma take position and y'all best to take Shihadah 'Cause the shit that I spit is a type of hellfire, hotter Sendin' this to Cons, Menaski, and Bey Viggi Dove, Pretty Tone and the one-i-two committee Y'all staying in my heart, while I dabble with these charts Fuck the fame, in my aim, finding clarity in art This coward got it once 'cause he kept his lip dippin' Now he in the news and he ventin' in my livin' This other coward Phife, who I used to do my jewels with Subliminally disses me on childish type of school shit Let's not forget, the king of Internet Who'll assume another name while he tarnishes ya rep And calls you "Ziggy Stardust" but who the Major Tom Who starts to elevate it out of reach from his arm? [Verse 2] It's a great day, fuck it You'll probably hear rebuttals overflowin' out of buckets The name is Abstract, don't confuse with non-description 'Cause you lil' gremlins envy, so just cut the fuckin' fiction Ride off in the night, V8 horsepower From a soundbomb killin', The Lone Ranger drillin' You eager with ya mouth, then just be a bit proactive Ya lackin' with ya heart, start preachin' what you practice The clairvoyant psychic MC is upon you You cornered and you bagged, dang, so where you gon' run to? Used to get my mother switches, now I grant her wishes Never superstitious, breakin' mirrors with the pitches Ya man is insane with that doo-doo on his chain Funkin' up the joint, he vain, that ain't a bling that's a blang Besides, can he build about a real life vision? Success lies in struggle, that's what most of y'all is missin' Got so many sons, I wish I had as many ones Clown niggas' raps get converted into guns Illuminati presidents and government officials They dogs and they henchmen is comin' out to get you The age of Aquarius, the change is goin' on We gotta keep strivin', movin' on [Refrain] Ya dead wrong, ya wrong, ya know ya wrong (Ya know ya wrong for that) (Now why ya gotta go and do that?) Ya dead wrong, ya wrong, ya know ya wrong And you know, you know you are, ooh And you know, you know, you know you are
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