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Hiphop has long been an artform based on authenticity. Still, so many people in hiphop, as well as in life, are confused as to who they are. Scratches by Tobotius. Beat by Ill Poetic, from the album "To Mock A Killingbird".

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[intro]
You could scout (Scout) for gems (Jems), never find your jewels
In the attic is (Atticus) where the punishment is due
You all about your boo (Boo), better prime your troops
Gonna panic when the guns are pointed at you.

[hook]
We all got a little bit of evil inside us
We all feel fear even if we can hide it
You see your own reflection when you stand beside it
But is it really you or is your mind just lyin?

Yeah, We all got a little bit of evil inside us
We all feel fear even if we can hide it
You see your own reflection when you stand beside it
But is it really you or is your mind just lyin?

[verse 1]
Has your mind been lyin?
Your lies been tryin to hold it back?
Bought your image, sold it back?
Can't withold the facts, your cold feet ain't quick enough to react
You're a civilian on a soldier track
Now how is it that every emcee in the street
Sold crack so he could make ends meet?
When half of you rappers are actors
Actually cleanin floors at Burger King
And never so much as even seen a murder scene
You heard of me. I'm in the shadows lurkin
Don't sleep 'cause I'm always workin
It takes a certain version of person to raise the curtains
Make halfway gangsters feel so uncertain, but
If the truths a burden and your back is hurtin
From this load you shouldered
You should roll away the boulder
Fold the shame
Or just roll in the flames till your soul is smolderin.

[hook]

[verse 2]
That puzzle piece didn't quite fit,
It's a tight fit, not the right fit
So you forced it and flaunted it
Not that you needed it, only that you wanted it
Never that you lived it, only that you fronted it
Lies are a cunning bitch and you must be the son of it
Running but the brunt of it will hit you like a ton of bricks
You're not your bank account, you are not your crystal candlesticks
Live for what you're crossin from your bucket list,
Fuck your shit
Why you burden us with this? Tyler Durden duckin fists
Fuckin up the upper crust who judgin on some sucker shit
Not just make a buck or quit, I do this for the love of it
Thought that you could block it but persistence always circumvents
I heard that you were murderous, not really concerned with it
In spite of all the turbulence, I can see your nervousness
I'm certain it's nothing more than being purposeless
Expose your insecurities, eternally a journalist

[hook]

credits

from To Mock A Killingbird, released March 23, 2015
Beat by Ill Poetic.
Scratches by Tobotius.
Written and Performed by Kris Hampton.

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Kris "Odub" Hampton Cincinnati, Ohio

Hiphop head since 1984. Bboy since 1985. Hiphop maker since 1990. The rest is history.

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