Truth serum

Won’t you try some of my truth serum
Can’t blow these lines guess you’ll just have to hear em
If you’re feeling good go ahead let’s spark it
We’re more underground than the fucking black market
My style is cut throat, never need a scapegoat
Slinging my sounds like pounds out of a trench coat
New style, a new dream
A new year, with a new scheme
Think you had enough? Let this drug hit your bloodstream

Let’s give ‘em a hit
I say we give ‘em a hiit
Let’s give ‘em a hit
Give ‘em a hit
Give ‘em a hit

Won’t you try some of my truth serum
Don’t take too much bound to bust both your eardrums
Here’s another bottle go ahead lets pop it
Slowly taking over and nobody can stop it
I’m a piranha and my hungers growing
When the going gets tough, you know the tough gets going
Think you got the upper hand, take another look
Well You got the net, but I’m the motherfucker with the hook

Let’s give ‘em a hit
I say we give ‘em a hiit
Let’s give ‘em a hit
Give ‘em a hit
Give ‘em a hit

Won’t you try some of my truth serum
Others try to steal some til I make em feel dumb

All the imitations,
no imaginations
Take one down, pass it around

Head full of cobwebs,

Recipe’s been passed around
All they do is fake my sound
Just because you hold a mic doesn’t mean you hold it down