Fib Newton (feat. Smith the Poet)

BLAQKNOIZ Yo Yeah! Everything is lies, it's like y'all don't really mind Could be singing to a spy, 'cause they came up with a guise So I know you need a guide, not the type for picking sides 'Cause no matter what I try, they still gonna think they wise Although everything is lies, there's still tidbits on occasion Of the honest innovation, in the rhythm hiding patient Yeah it's hard enough to cry, but the cost of our stagnation Is the loss of all our greatness, 'cause our bodies integrated If the garden is a lie, what's the fire and the brimstone? Father was a liar, so the tired gonna get gone! Got you thinking higher than the wires and the flip-phone So dire, they retiring the skin tone Won't be no forgetting of the planes that hit the towers But we apathetic as they toppling the powers Not so sympathetic for the humans we devour So we get our vengeance by-the-double on-the-hour Throw a bag of flour in the water just to whitewash How they killed your daughter for the honor of the "right cause" Knowing that Obama hit the bomber for the write-off Chilling in the sauna while the monsters hit the night-op They can call the fight redacted, causes confidential Military action, 'cause the Saudis got potential Break 'em into factions, get 'em gasping for the end-all Country in a casket, but the obit gonna stay false! Everyone lies You getting lied to Everyone dies And you gonna die too Everyone lies You gonna lie too Everyone lies (Nobody likes you!) So how will you find truth? We know the fickle staff Wrote a less-accomplished story Raise your weapon, spliff intact Heed your Neville with this warning! Excursions get caught in curly, refurbished Never mind that, mirror, I lilac Ripple, I read black mirrors, I don't mean that They just achieved yeah, this ain't no secret, woah! Croak a less-accomplished, boring Raise the lawyer, piff intact Need his ever-fit, the corny "Get the fuck up off your ass!" It's a buckshot burden They retweet, he lays and lags Said they livestock or vermin Hold your britches, I'll be back! Stabbed for riches, they just Can't grasp, the end, I need my Last laugh, rhythmitic written Gold gaps, you'll split like this I've known Jack, they lie on me Don't fall flat, won't slide, I seek Some slow slack won't fry. I leap? The crow's back, the noble Yes, you know that, yo! Everyone lies You getting lied to Everyone dies And you gonna die too Everyone lies You gonna lie too Everyone lies (Nobody likes you!) So how will you find truth? ("You want answers?" "I think I'm entitled to 'em!" "You want answers?!" "I want the truth!" "You can't handle the truth!") You getting lied to