Chorus (Various Scratching)
They never come close to the truth,
they never tell the truth like they supposed to,
they never come close to the truth,
they never talk the truth like they supposed to,
they never come close to the truth,
they never tell the truth like they supposed to,
they never come close to the truth,
they never talk the truth, the truth.


Verse One (Funky DL)
Oh what a web you weaving with deceit, I’m disbelieving,
try pull the wool over my eyes to change what I’m perceiving,
you say you run the game, they know your name, it’s so misleading,
cos where I’m from, we got a word for that, we calling it dreaming,
don’t try to blame me, cos the word is out you shady,
on the radio you ghost like Moore, Goldberg and Swayze,
or just maybe you when boast, bull rage like Scorsese,
you should really settle down like Dempsey, wanna Makepeace,
entry level, amateur, novice you a beginner,
a newcomer, trainee, apprentice a light swimmer,
playing with the big boys, homie you might hiccup,
this is not like Kansas Dorothy, this a stick up,
so take your Toto’s, cos it’s a no-no,
cos player you remind me of a drought, it’s dry, nothing, no flow,
you better find the back of the queue
and you can count yourself lucky that this only probably happens to you,
went from Robinson Crusoe to Daniel Larruso,
that’s shipwrecked to you show me wax on, you puto,
a coward and a traitor, promoting a garbage playlist
and under your seven layers you feeble,
but seconds later you talking like you the greatest, like Showtime in Vegas,
I’ve no time for statements that you publish from your anus,
I know it sounds harsh, but if truth be told,
you can’t even come close, cos in the booth we cold.


Chorus


Verse Two (Abioseh)
You see the thing about you Rappers is you talk a lot of smackers,
in your lips, I ought to smack you’s like,
not everyday smacking your lips about these slappers and these trappers,
how your man a’ run with hammers, bit ironic right?
Excuse my manners, no I shouldn’t call you Rappers,
nothing but a bunch of actors, who don’t even scrape the standard type,
your ego feeling slandered? No it’s not for bants,
it’s just that I’m a truthful bastard and it’s been that way since ‘99,
but if the shoe fits all your toes, then why you bothered if I sized you up?
Where I reside and nationwide, we don’t respect these ugly sides,
Yuh think that me and you ah size? You better wisen up,
just wise enough to recognise your shortcomings under the limelight,
Mr/Mrs I got rhythm, flow, about right,
but that’s about it, just a top show’er with the ice,
if I dig beneath the surface where your biggest flaws alike lie,
I’d find the opposite of what you portray to I, alie?
Listen we’re all far from perfect but all I hear is dishonesty,
see a lack of integrity, only doing disservice,
and so I’m struck with perplexity when you’re streaming on services,
underneath our genre comma, tell me how did you work that shit?
The truth the youth ain’t yearning for no more, that’s unsettling,
Which opened up the door for Joes’ like you to come settle in
for the fame over Benjamins’, now my patience is wearing thin,
I got nothing left to say except your novelty’s limited.


Chorus (Various Scratching)
Never come close to the truth,
they never tell the truth like they supposed to,
they never come close to the truth,
they never talk the truth like they supposed to,
they never come close to the truth,
they never tell the truth like they supposed to,
they never come close to the truth,
they never talk the truth, the truth.