Are you seeing the truth? ft. Mikee

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[Start at 0:20]
 
[First Verse - Amadeus]
 
Don't jump to any conclusions,
they might be based on confusion,
or maybe it was a result
of the alcoholic infusions.
You son, you're just a piece of shit,
a fucking nuisance,
whatever you think you're seeing
is an optical illusion.
Listen up Jason, this is the situation,
it's all just hallucinations
but I don't got the patience to,
deal with this, so get the hell out of my face,
go to the train station, you're a fucking disgrace.
My machiavellianism's at a high degree,
I feel it inside of me,
it controls everything
I do and say
I'm going insane, I need some fresh air,
I can feel my brain rotting inside of my head.
Why are you still standing there?
If you're not gonna leave
put this mask over your head
so it covers your face and face me.
I prefer to murder you
while you look like a burglar, fool,
it gets more anger in me,
so prepare for your doom.
I'll get the duct tape,
you can't scream, it's too late.
Cut your fucking head off,
stick it on a silver plate.
I'm doing this 'cause I haven't ate, what a damn mistake
my belly's raging like it wants a stake, for fuck's sake!
 
[Second Verse - Mikee]
 
Mikee and Amadeus
You niggas lame can't hang with us
These bars will kill don't put the blame on us
There's nothing to discuss
Practicing and practicing for months
If I don't write it's injust
My and my niggas gods amongst
Turn up the volume cause I got the funk
I'll bust you up
Then on yo girl I'll bust a nut
Go ahead and call your ones
And pack it up but we don't use boxing gloves
Spit smooth like my shit is dove
Pass the blunts and guns
We barely done
Spit flames turn you to ash and dust
You feel the pressure it weighs a ton
Don't consider yourself an MC your just a punk
You make me sick I'm blowing chunks
This real skill we ain't got no luck
In the hood but don't rep Klu Klux
Hot as magma and I'm to ready to erupt
My nigga Amadeus already told you what's up
You a rent a tux
But I got a rent two fucks
I'm the goose and you the duck
Don't mean to pluck
Your feathers but I don't give a fluck
I'm rapping double time and you rap slow as mud
One take we doing this uncut
We going to run amok
Everything in our way we will destruct

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