Truth Be Told

I'm a glider

Albatros wing flyer

Circumvention natural to me

No muck nor mire

This gun's for hire

Shore bird sight

Beauty Evening delight

Every plight that you conquer

Is addition of strength

I got gas in the tank

Fucking Roll like a tank

Over any terrain I maintain

My aim and claim victory

The scent of life is beautiful like smoked hickory

Who I am is a man

Carved out like stone

With the world in my hand

And a member if the same world

It ain't a paradox

Honestly

I'm just chowing on the beat like piranhas Be

True of heart

True of desire

Truth be told

I was born of the fire

Be

True of heart

True of desire

Truth be told

I'm ascending to higher

Realms of thought

Helms once fought become

Tools for attainment of pools of pure gold

Never sold on a word alone

But hold language closely

Its power mostly

Resides in truth

So Wtf you think I do in the booth

Shredding doubt like a sabertooth

Babe Ruth swing how I knock these stanzas

Lands apart from fakes (that are) coming up short

Like George Costanza

Hot as Atlanta

My fuego ain't news to me

Nowadays rappers just ain't what they used to be

Usually the unusual ain't appealing to the

Close minded masses

But fuck it I'm holding classes

On the extra-mundane

Wake up your brain

The truth and the shit you've been told are not the same

My aim is fuckin brutal

I'm ending doubt

You pussies go ahead and take the clout chase route

I'm out

True of heart

True of desire

Truth be told