TRuthless

i caught the aroma in ancient tomes a' knowledge from the west to the orient found at my college it sounds like foliage when i rustle through the leafs it ends in grief my friends, we're all thieves stealing from a vast past of bastards trying to be the masters of our trade but invaded by the vapours pulling verbal rape capers and shouting "laters" inflators of fiction we cross wires like electricians to elect politicians that are never truly friendly their duty is pretending and bending fact into factions satisfaction with no atonement i alone went to the top of the tower to recite the truth i write with the power of the moonlight i'll soon fight with the weight of a million warriors hardcore ignorers of the lie-storers and horrid offshore borrowers i'll be sorrier tomorrow but will still courier the marrow for your transplant and supplant the eggplant with aubergines which sober means look at Truth through different eyes and you'll break down it's disguise from Underground Classics Vol. 6, (Sphere of Hiphop, 2001).