Illogic - Stop Lyin' lyrics

If your mother saw you now
Would she be please, d or disgusted?
At your choice to remain at
The bottom of the bucket your fellow crabs
They know you're not to be trusted
Cause when they rise to the top you do
What you can to make 'em plummet
On the other hand
I stand with the mic stand's posture
Scan under my bed to sever
The heads of any monsters
Took a dive into the eye
Jupiter to backstroke through lava
Relaxing with a carton of cancer
Sticks and flavored java if you've noticed
I've scripted my existence on these pages
With obesity that leaves stretch
Marks on stages if knowledge is the key to
Society shackles and cages
I guess you're forever trapped
In syntax and shoelaces
I rock the crowd like I'm without sin
So I cast the first stone
Though I live in a glass
House insulated with quilted poems
Stay still to the loan
With head above water, melodic poems
From bravado, left speakers blown when
Emitted through microphones

Every line is a spear
Every fans heart a target
Every circle's not a sphere
Every soldier's not a sergeant
If every fountain is clear
Every sniper is a marksmen
You can't win so stop trying
You're not ill so stop lying
Every check doesn't cash
Every scale doesn't balance
Every verse doesn't last
Every skill's not a talent
Every question is not asked
Every test doesn't challenge
You can't win so stop trying
You're not ill so stop lying

Explore your fears and bipedal on
This trek with me
Invade the psyche of life with leprosy
This limb doesn't want to fall
Off so words protect me
Wanna hold hands with mic stands
So eyes reflect me
On stages, pages open soaked in ecstasy
Give me a little space to
Erase the token referee
Throwing flags with needle name
Tags injecting me with some form of
Abnorm psychological weaponry
With a fine point pen in sight
Of my notebook next to me
Plus an eye full of the gene
Pool in which God subjected me
I spill epics to the skeptics rejecting me
Not to gather more friends but make
My enemy's start respecting me
Stay controlling the game so they
Won't be ejecting me
You flagrantly foul players from the
Bench to fill your destiny
This Orphanage adopts hip hop
To join the infantry
Beg your pardon but we watered
The garden for starving victory
Walked this paved path shackled in misery
Uncovering clues to unlock the steel
Box of the industry
Chained to a bed with hobbled
Legs trapped in Misery
Held hostage in a cabin by a
Fan with family missing me
Forcing me to spit out a
Classic of spastic energy
Placing my mind on the line
There's no time to be finicky
I sever heads of snakes causing
My mate to tempt me
With the forbidden fruit
Inducing fiction in history