Chorus The truth hurts, hard pill to swallow. Leader of the pack, I'll never follow. You can't see that, Where's ya head, Sleepy Hollow, Pen game sick, Spit gospel, write a novel. I'm Fire in the booth Lemme get a hit and I'm out. Make mics melt, Put ya soul on the track, They hate ta love they self. It's all about expression, Grind study lessons, Hip Hop forever, You got any questions? you messin wit someone like a smith and wesson testin ooh it's a blessin im just messin lyrical Not like eminem an actual nigga you hear me lokin from dey cars but inwardly they fearin me grim reaper steerin me im leery b is it scary hmmmm lemme see naw it's all good like the cemetary quite to the contrary tributaries tarrying on the quandry can'let it be move lemme see what they hiding and denyin both in plain sight fuck the sun ready fo the rain right? Stay outta sight Sos 187 yeah you heard me right you be on that lead zepplin stairway up to heaven bread thats unleavened you opennin doorways best get ta steppin Do you even know what it is I'm reppin? Put that gun away son you don't need that lesson Chorus