Diamond District - Purveyors of Truth lyrics

(Verse: Oddisee) Sidewalks and troubles absorb my footprints It's my fault, hustlin' to be hood rich To die for?! Well, how can I put this On yo heart, in yo eyes, in the charts? Three feet high, in the rough, midnight mirage Dream is tribe(?) too, but we like the dope god Ah, my thoughts will murder, like Nat Turner Pick up and shoot, like the fast learner Buddle and budge(?), do we bottle to the woody length theory eventually Three stars collide about Ben's theory Keep it 100 till we celebrate by ? Hottest in the city over artists ? To me? Lookin' up to God like this for me? Against custom made like the rod that split the sea Triple team with a back in diamonds Triple beams saved my life cuz we was fightin' capers sh**ty schemes, ga**ed up to preach down in a nokey box Sit the dream, fear to prepare, prepared to fail sh** ain't what it seems, be it what it be The in-crowd, n***a disagree n***a in the team, Diamond D Chan' me a ring, this a champion's dream (Hook) I learned a lot from the Purveyors of Truth Was in the noose, until persuaded I was one of em troops For the time, being blind, seein' betta than you'z Better askewed than accused to be enclevered elusive When the system of gettin' the self-wealth for self Forget yourself on the mission to else, can nothin' help Bless is a loss and the loss like d**h for a check It's the 12th step addiction to the next, to the wealth (Verse 2: yU) Hotter competitor, and nature's pockets try to have you Knockin' down the ladder of your neighbor over paper stashin' It ain't even back by road, that's some old magician Which hand switched (?) And then you missed your high I guess the hand is quicker than the eye The poor can't afford to buy while the rich barely expend to die(?) Time spend writtin' that riddle bridle line While your pockets might determine whether you got your head up high That first went into jail by tellin' em little lies And leave em inside ties that could make fault legitimize With some folk income, load em, they hit em high Don't shake the hand of Uncle Sam, he ain't a friend of mine A lot in common with em dominate forces When I mark corners, gone in this re-dourness Alive and vive and opposite of that girus District Diamond grimin', it's called capitalizing (Hook) I learned a lot from the Purveyors of Truth Was in the noose, until persuaded I was one of em troops For the time, being blind, seein' betta than you'z Better askewed than accused to be enclevered elusive When the system of gettin' the self-wealth for self Forget yourself on the mission to else, can nothin' help Bless is a loss and the loss like d**h for a check It's the 12th step addiction to the next, to the wealth