Lyrics of 'Liars Anthem' by Sho Baraka

Pimpin, pimpin, pimpin, murder, murder, sell drugs (4x)

Verse 1
I step out the front door/
This music is inflating my ego/
It's so hard to let go/
Beats bang it thumps in my torso/
The streets may repeat it like echos/
The picture their painting make me want a life that is dangerous/
Makes me want to be rich and famous/
I know it ain't righteous but they can make it look so enticing/
It attacks my ears like its tyson/
Take a bite at conscious/
Watch me bob my head to some nonsence/
Rob, steal, kill and speak bondage/
I could be truthful, i used to be silent/
But this got your boy straight feeling real violent/
I'm using the ladies, i used to respect them/
But now ya boy will say anything just to sex them/
I used to modest, i used to be honest/
Now i do anything to get those dollars/
Because i love:

Hook (2x)

Verse 2
Record exec make killing/
Yeah, we can pay you millions/
Cash to the ceiling/
Don't trust your convictions or feelings/
You'll just be misleading some children/
Their parents will blame you/
You just communicate what you've been through/
They don't understand you're a black dude/
And one who does rap too/
They just complain and hassle/
They would do it too if had to/
You just make paper/
We don't need to know where it came from/
You didn't make the rope which they hang from/
Cocaine or the hand gun/
Everyone has something to say, bro,/
This is the country of freedom/
You can have women, you can have diamonds/
This is what sells, greed sex, drugs and violence/
Package these items get people to buy them/
And one day you can be an executive giant/
Produce and sell:/

Hook (2x)

Verse 3
Who at fault for ignoring/
Paul shooting ray for them jordans/
Is nike extorting/
Loyalty of a poor man's emotions/
Without them they feel less important/
How about the athlete/
You know comes from the same back streets/
You they could make those shoe a lot more cheap/
How about the rapper: they boast about evil/
They say the same stuff they got copied from kinkos/
Or what of the wealthy who keeps on complaining/
Ask for legislation and thinks that will change men/
How about churches they've become obsolete/
Lets call meetings just to talk about outreach/
Lets have more workshops, to hear more men speak/
Just repeat the deep thoughts a dead man think/
Who without blame here, i guess were all guilty/
In the core of man's heart we're all filthy/
Man has no standards, he thinks he own ways are the answer/
We all got a disease much worse than cancer/
Its beef with the father, he wants your allegiance/
We play the god role acting like we don't need him/
But he hates/