Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Transparent, artist - K Rino. Album song Triple Darkness, Vol. 1: Wreck Time, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.02.2008
Record label: Black Book - SoSouth
Song language: English
Transparent |
It’s my last time telling ya |
Address this one more time |
I hope we get it together |
But in the meantime |
Might as well ride on em |
You know somebody like this look out |
They say misery loves company that’s true information |
I think we all in need of deep psychiatric evaluation |
Word’s hateful, lethal, envious and deceitful |
Why do we go out of our way just to impress other people? |
I done figured out the cause but I can’t find the remedy |
Gotta fight my own people just to get to the enemy |
Lies and fake ways ran off consecutive |
And ten things come out then mouth then nine of em are negative |
Won’t they happy till they use you up and bleed you to ruin |
The fool with nothing try to tell you what you need to be doing |
Instigators, peace breakers, no matter they speed |
I keep my distance like a track-runner with a two lap lead |
It’s an answer for these so-called G’s who block beef |
Got slanderous words in they mouth then they got teeth |
All yo hating ain’t got nothing to me |
You couldn’t bring me down if you was a fireman and I was stuck in a tree |
Your Transparent |
And I’m a bring the truth to ya |
Even with my eyes closed I can see right through ya |
Same ones hanging with’cha same ones that’ll do ya |
We was down from the junk last like I never knew ya |
I ain’t never been a dude you could easily gas up |
(Anything you need I got’cha) shut your lying ass up! |
Ya whole game is manipulation lying and using |
So artificial and fraud you’ve becoming translucent |
Testing my cool but fool I’m destine to prove |
Ninety percent of y’all is faker than a wrestling move |
When snakes come in my grass try’na drop they trash |
Like a stalker on the internet I’d block they ass |
You wanna know why you broke, cause you scared to hustle |
You comfortable being poor and never lifting a muscle |
Fool you got something to say to me come take the stand |
If you know that you don’t like me, man don’t shake my hand |
Don’t ask me for my number, don’t say it’s all love |
When last week you high-capped, when I saw you at the club |
Now I catch you in my hood all of a sudden we cool |
You rubbed alot of people wrong I ain’t goin stop till I prule |
You’re Transparent |
And I’m a bring the truth to ya |
Even with my eyes close I can see right through ya |
Same ones hanging with ya same ones that’ll do ya |
We was down from the junk last like I never knew ya |
What you got don’t fascinate me so get off the gas |
I ain’t never been impressed by another man’s cash |
You sitting on a high hill looking down low |
The same cats that helped you win, you don’t know em no more |
You’re a lose your respect and the streets done degrade you |
When you disconnect yourself from the people that made you |
Portraying a false image, you don’t even believe |
You underwent character change that you don’t even precede |
When you was going through your problems, I was there through the heat |
But when I told you mine you took my business all over the street |
To the clique or the game you was never devoted |
Any good you ever did had ulterior motives |
I see through you like a window like an unzipped zipper |
I see through you like some bitch had panty-hose on a stripper |
I see through you like a doctor operating on a patient |
Like a glass door in X-ray vision so stop faking |
The Transparent |
And I’m a bring the truth to ya |
Even with my eyes close I can see right through ya |
Same ones hanging with’cha same ones that’ll do ya |
We was down from the junk last like I never knew ya |