TRUE-ISMS ft. Gifted Youngstaz Lyrics

Don't cry - dry your eyes

They say the grass is greener on the other side

OD off the white Gregory Hines, forever my

Lines are indelibly spit in the spirit of '79

Legacy livin' in Gifted; a premonition

Predicted by the mystics - sleep in and miss it, or

Arise to the Priory of Scion - fire inside 'em

We not the type to sign up to carry the lightest item

Orcas to Rikers Island; we fortifyin' a

Frontline to FIGHT precisely when the time's right

The Glock strikes nine - top of mind is

Achievement of the apogee, see we gon' reach the acme

The pinnacle, the maximum - the last degree

Mas-tery of avarice - magic of the majesty

Maverick out to pasture, that's appropriate surroundings

A captive of the open seas; a phobia of drowning

Parochial persuasion laid the work to ground the boundaries

Spatially aware of evil aliens around me

Jet City Freeze in effect, negative seventy

Degrees; endlessly kept wet - it drip incessantly the

Free Press retreat, left for better scenery, it's

Definitely greener on the East Side

Fetch, pretty please - all pets possess the pedigree

The step giddy-up and the vet collect the treasury

The redress repeat; sheep, they sleep restfully

It's way more steady on the West Side

We goin' minin' for that Hope Diamond

Ain't no denyin' how the folk grindin - a loaded 9 inside the

Coat linin' the brightest minds will thrive in any kind of

Environment ever-striving to arrive at enlightenment

I found a portal to a parallel world

Followed a pharaoh in and gave the carousel a whirl

Pearl shell glisten - get the essence of the sheen back

Gleam, Black! Everything is everything, Facts

It's TRUE||FORM we envision a break from mental prison

Listen and fight against division building a better system

Whether or not we grow up, we riding with those who know us

Way before the blow up, making the bandwagon throw up

We close enough to sure enough

Shoring up what's been holding us

Back in the belly of the beast, no concern for defeat

Devil should watch what he eat, he need a Pepcid AC

We parasitic boring out through the feet, no sleep

To each his own, but I think that resting is weak

I'm filling the fist up with the crystal if it's fit for it B

I'm throwing a fistful if you dissing either me or my team

I'm filling the pistol if you testing rest in peaceful decease

I confess, I obsess over the world in my possession

Symbolism is the individual in genuflexion to the blessed son

Torch passed by KRS-1, take it to the grave

Ain't ever gone be a next up

Jet City Freeze in effect, negative seventy

Degrees; endlessly kept wet - it drip incessantly the

Free Press retreat, left for better scenery, it's

Definitely greener on the East Side

Fetch, pretty please - all pets possess the pedigree

The step giddy-up and the vet collect the treasury

The redress repeat; sheep, they sleep restfully

It's way more steady on the West Side

Jet City Freeze in effect, negative seventy

Degrees; endlessly kept wet - it drip incessantly the

Free Press retreat, left for better scenery, it's

Definitely greener on the East Side

Fetch, pretty please - all pets possess the pedigree

The step giddy-up and the vet collect the treasury

The redress repeat; sheep, they sleep restfully

It's way more steady on the West Side