Hypothetical Hypocrites
Hidef beat .. yo bro I know the mix is bad I well send you my real vocals later i did this on purpose to piss you off lmao. any ways I had to loop this old beat of ours and I did it no justice your the engineer not me also using Bluetooth headphones sucks a big.. can't wait to get my condenser mic out and drop this app it’s done its justice to keep me busy and to keep practing our craft .. mad love to the creators of this app #rapfame Hook Hypocritical hypocrites throwing a fit over politics, Living double lives while they talk their slick rhetoric. Never walk the block, but they preach from the stage, Fronting for a crowd, just a slave to the page. Verse 1 Step into the ring, but you freeze in the dark, Big talk on the mic, but you missing the spark. Talking like a king, but you acting like a mark, Faking all the bite when you only got a bark. Running with the wolves, but you trembling in the cold, Selling out the truth for a little bit of gold. Every single story that you ever came and told, Is a counterfeit script that is getting pretty old. Hook Hypocritical hypocrites throwing a fit over politics, Living double lives while they talk their slick rhetoric. Never walk the block, but they preach from the stage, Fronting for a crowd, just a slave to the page. Verse 2 Hiding behind guards while you spitting all that heat, Claiming that you raised by the pavement and the street. Never bled a drop, never had to take a seat, When the pressure came down and you suffered a defeat. Reading off a card that they wrote up in a room, Posing for the camera while you setting up your doom. Walking through the yard like you own the whole room, 'Til the real ones show and they sweeping with the broom. Hook Hypocritical hypocrites throwing a fit over politics, Living double lives while they talk their slick rhetoric. Never walk the block, but they preach from the stage, Fronting for a crowd, just a slave to the page. Verse 3 Adversary fronting like a hero in the light, Taking all the credit, but you running from the fight. Preaching to the blind that you doing what is right, While you slipping through the shadows in the middle of the night. Mask coming off and the weakness showing through, Ain't a single soul getting fooled by the crew. Spitting at the righteous, but the check is coming due, And the whole world is tired of the fake things you do. Hook Hypocritical hypocrites throwing a fit over politics, Living double lives while they talk their slick rhetoric. Never walk the block, but they preach from the stage, Fronting for a crowd, just a slave to the page.
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Hidef beat .. yo bro I know the mix is bad I well send you my real vocals later i did this on purpose to piss you off lmao. any ways I had to loop this old beat of ours and I did it no justice your the engineer not me also using Bluetooth headphones sucks a big.. can't wait to get my condenser mic out and drop this app it’s done its justice to keep me busy and to keep practing our craft .. mad love to the creators of this app #rapfame Hook Hypocritical hypocrites throwing a fit over politics, Living double lives while they talk their slick rhetoric. Never walk the block, but they preach from the stage, Fronting for a crowd, just a slave to the page. Verse 1 Step into the ring, but you freeze in the dark, Big talk on the mic, but you missing the spark. Talking like a king, but you acting like a mark, Faking all the bite when you only got a bark. Running with the wolves, but you trembling in the cold, Selling out the truth for a little bit of gold. Every single story that you ever came and told, Is a counterfeit script that is getting pretty old. Hook Hypocritical hypocrites throwing a fit over politics, Living double lives while they talk their slick rhetoric. Never walk the block, but they preach from the stage, Fronting for a crowd, just a slave to the page. Verse 2 Hiding behind guards while you spitting all that heat, Claiming that you raised by the pavement and the street. Never bled a drop, never had to take a seat, When the pressure came down and you suffered a defeat. Reading off a card that they wrote up in a room, Posing for the camera while you setting up your doom. Walking through the yard like you own the whole room, 'Til the real ones show and they sweeping with the broom. Hook Hypocritical hypocrites throwing a fit over politics, Living double lives while they talk their slick rhetoric. Never walk the block, but they preach from the stage, Fronting for a crowd, just a slave to the page. Verse 3 Adversary fronting like a hero in the light, Taking all the credit, but you running from the fight. Preaching to the blind that you doing what is right, While you slipping through the shadows in the middle of the night. Mask coming off and the weakness showing through, Ain't a single soul getting fooled by the crew. Spitting at the righteous, but the check is coming due, And the whole world is tired of the fake things you do. Hook Hypocritical hypocrites throwing a fit over politics, Living double lives while they talk their slick rhetoric. Never walk the block, but they preach from the stage, Fronting for a crowd, just a slave to the page.