False Things Must Perish

F/ Prodical
 [Intro: Frukwan]
 Hahaha! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
 Yeah, yo, check it, check it, one-two
 Gravediggaz, yo, yo, yo, yo
 We on ya ass, watch the happ's of the gun blast
 [Chorus: Poetic]
 False Things Must Perish (x4)
 [Frukwan]
 Yo, yo, yo
 Judas, Xavier, Sampson, Goliath
 Now and nowadays, Gatekeep', livin' Messiah
 Porphecize, historically, the wise category
 Superiority in the game, explain my story
 Dopeful lavish, they're doin' that like a savage
 Concentrate, basin' my inner faith and pushin' karats
 Rappin' the average, speakin' on riches
 Teachin' that all of mankind is actin' dumb, deaf and blind
 Beatin' with stripes, worshippin' the glitter of lights
 Callin' the Twilight Zone, 'pendin' on cellular phones
 Batteries low, got no dough, what's facin' you?
 Sportin' ya jewels, and twenty-seven niggas chasin' you
 Ultimate blast, constantly repeatin' a path
 In an attempt to represent, our class be exec.
 To get higher, for what you desire
 Yo nigga, yo' blood shall be required
 Give it here.
 [Chorus]
 [Poetic]
 Yo, yo, yo
 Fix ya face, y'all know the tricks of the trade
 Trade ya six for the eight, spit the case
 Face fire and escape on tracks, raise the facts
 I annihi-late the wack, I'm tired of these fakes on wax
 We all wanna shine but we all don't seem to have the mind
 To design schemes that align teams, just a crime scene of blind teens
 In the rap kingdom, where cats keep
 Bling-a-ling-a-lingin'
 And it's fine, I love it when the black man shines
 Bringin' hope to the habitat where fiends do dope, snort coke
 And carry battleaxes, players rock Cadillacs, hunched in their seat
 Pumpin' the beat when stompin' the street, they come with the heat
 Cuz flamboyant niggas get punched in the teeth
 When they front in the beat, but who brings relief
 For the average nine-to-five cat carry his grief?
 [Chorus]
 [Prodical]
 Brook-nam, grace and charm, stay calm but chron's hit Lebanon
 Black man but ortho' green Leprechaun from Lexington
 Don't disrespect Sunn, I crack ya face with the gun
 Smack ya taste outta ya dunn, look at ya fam on the run
 Now y'all respect Sunn, shine all type direction
 Right connection with the right perfections, recite a lesson
 But my weapon reign automatic projection
 Blow out ya reception, hose through ya reflection
 Solid gold complexion, stay swoll to perfection
 Did a fifteen, me and my team, supreme legends
 Twenty-one-two, still gettin' money with the Wu
 Up in the Cayman Islands, bitches sweeter than honey dew
 And I made moves, paid dues and slayed crews
 Y'all niggas fakin' jacks on tracks, look out for the steel bat
 I live it real black, I'll with my format, my war tac's
 Worth divine, alphabetically spilt
 [Chorus]