Sinizter - False Idols lyrics
[Sinizter - False Idols lyrics]
Facts! Big bang on false idols
When the gold chain meet the assault rifles
All that hype go out the
Window with the rivals facts!
Got the blind lead the blind I can see it
Heard you lying all the time I believe it
Tell Gatekeepers doing favors they
Can keep it
Talking shit you going to have
To learn the hard way
I'm the type to turn your lights
Out in the broad day
Talkin' trash like you gassed off the octane
When you know you 'bout as
Square as a box spring
Your favorite rappers pointing fingers
When the cops came
Frontin' like he pitching whitesox game
From the ground yeah
I got it bitch i'm ten toes
Fuck a co-sign i'd rather
Creep through the window
I commend those who ain't
Word 'bout a bimbo
Writin' rap articles but never
Been to naan show
Please don't get me started with this
Art shit I am Van Gogh
To the part with the shotty let
The bodies hit the dance floor
Don't know why you put these
Pussies on a pedestal
Gatekeepers you gon' do what
They tell you to
You don't do it for the culture you
A vulture and i'm coming through
One false move i'll send the
Crew to your conference room, bitch
Facts! Big bang on false idols
When the gold chain meet the assault rifles
All that hype go out the
Window with the rivals facts!
Got the blind lead the blind I can see it
Heard you lying all the time I believe it
Tell Gatekeepers doing favors they
Can keep it
When the gold chain meet the assault rifles
All that hype go out the
Window with the rivals facts!
Got the blind lead the blind I can see it
Heard you lying all the time I believe it
Tell Gatekeepers doing favors they
Can keep it
Talking shit you going to have
To learn the hard way
I'm the type to turn your lights
Out in the broad day
Talkin' trash like you gassed off the octane
When you know you 'bout as
Square as a box spring
Your favorite rappers pointing fingers
When the cops came
Frontin' like he pitching whitesox game
From the ground yeah
I got it bitch i'm ten toes
Fuck a co-sign i'd rather
Creep through the window
I commend those who ain't
Word 'bout a bimbo
Writin' rap articles but never
Been to naan show
Please don't get me started with this
Art shit I am Van Gogh
To the part with the shotty let
The bodies hit the dance floor
Don't know why you put these
Pussies on a pedestal
Gatekeepers you gon' do what
They tell you to
You don't do it for the culture you
A vulture and i'm coming through
One false move i'll send the
Crew to your conference room, bitch
Facts! Big bang on false idols
When the gold chain meet the assault rifles
All that hype go out the
Window with the rivals facts!
Got the blind lead the blind I can see it
Heard you lying all the time I believe it
Tell Gatekeepers doing favors they
Can keep it