Theology 3 - Snakes lyrics

Big up my man phat sk** This is for the snakes, the s**as, the liars in disguise They'll be many times before And then many times again in the future C'mon bring it to 'em like this I watch kids so intently I watch how they talk all bold but then they tread so gently Leave they man cold through the envy f** up for real when they feel that your life's on empty Soul in a frenzy Knowin' that the end be near and livin with a sense of care They can't bear for another to climb to great heights Compliment then diss in the same light Promisin' friendship, yo it ain't right When your honor is met with the kid who ain't psyched But it's lit justly, strictly constantly fight With their own downfalls and they wanna be like Instead of diggin up yours, they ride coattails Til they get applause, then yap they jaws About family biz and that's the gang street law I gave you a sign, why you hatin' me for? I ain't done nothin but support and help out On the other hand i'm glad you be a sellout Too many yessmen spoil the broth And if my head got ga**ed, then I probably would've turn soft because Hook "Postin all realistic" "Pay attention to the rules and the lyrics of the truth" "The pens and pads i'll snatch cause i've had it" "Songs like this'll make a rapper reminisce About the days when we were set here fine" "Pay attention to the rules and the lyrics of the truth" "I like to talk about fact not fiction" Aiyyo, trick you, they try to fool you By flippin the issue but i'm here to school you right So if you down with the zulu and rock steady crew You know that hip-hops my life I'm puttin down vibes for this screwface capital Four to five in my lifetime think rational Represent real when I roam Assa**inate they kings so let they subjects rule their throne Respect fools and clones, I resurrect legends Let it be known from the past to the present Hip hop survived through the media blitz While these fake cats fall through the greedy abyss I take flight, and put it down right From T-Dot to ground heights til it sound tight through the mic Like the eighteenth letter Anyone can dust out a follower, but i'm tryna make things better And tell 'em what's wrong in a silent lesson If they don't catch on, it lead to violent aggression Your rep gone, cats dial nine eleven You find out your bretheren be the one with the weapon f** enemies and friends the scope of your memory depends On the subjects they cleverly defend Like money and the girls and material thing That's why I hold court like imperial kings I hook up the main thing, wait by the plate If the appetite overrides lyrical whims About clout then you better shout spiritual hymns And understand all the sufferin when burial brings because Hook Aiyyo here's the epilogue as I end this chapter If you front fam, then you flirtin' with disaster Cause on the one hand you be certain i'm the master But tryna run plan, it be birthin my disaster Just one man and if you virgin with the blaster Frontin gunman and it's certain you an actor When the gun jam, you best run find a pastor Or call sanctuary or it's curtains for you ba*tards I never like benedicts I'll foot the winds in they own fringe benefits All the while actin funny style til the end of it Tryna stack mad money powers off your penmanship You better get on, front while you can I watch things you never gettin done by my man If my man ain't my right hand, slide to the left I expose the n***as tryna hide in your flesh because This is for the snakes, the s**as, the liars in disguise This is for the snakes, the s**as, the liars in disguise This is for the snakes Hook 2x