Cross Bonez - True Distortion Lyrics

I just wish that everybody knew what I've been thinkin'
Instead get the frownin', hope their doubtin' starts sinkin'
Nada, just a comma, cops gotta stop the winkin'
Hope I'll lose my focus, pour the potion, never drink it
Tricks I never fall for, wanna start war?
Thinkin' once the scar's torn that I'm 'bout to parkour?
Openin' a dark door messin' with my jaw's form
Drawin' more conclusions so you can start more
Show no emotion, think I'm not a man at all
What? Got to show the whole damn catalog?
Every time I jump make a splash like a cannon ball
Bark when I'm pushed by these bitches, am a dog
Guess I'm 'posed to cry, happy that their ass is gone
Cut'em off, f*ck'em all, what I do, pass it on
Never beg for nothing in my life, that's a law
If we separate, I turn to stone like a Dragonball and

I don't know a thing about cool...
And I still don't give a f*ck about you...
Sick of my distortions of the truth...
Only peace that I have is in the booth...
I don't know a thing about cool...
And I still don't give a f*ck about you...
Sick of my distortions of the truth...
Only peace that I have is in the booth...

Second guess the best is in the flesh and I'm venomous
Wreckin' vets who never get the messages developin'
They can get the picture once I flip up out the debt I'm in
Spreadin' an infection, invective so I better win
Better sit down, you don't want a stand off
I'm real, I ain't gonna fall when the track's gone
Must've got your shit confused, think the man's soft?
Punch you in the mouth till you bleed feed you tampons
Still the man, understand I don't give a f*ck
A shit or a damn, no chance, give it up
Twistin' the linguistics till I'm finished never hit and run
Lippin's for the bitches, spit it then it's finna come
Everybody trippin', critics alphabetical
Must be a bigot, they all sound identical
Stop when they drop, hold a grudge never let it go
I'm sick and contagious, you better pay your medical

I don't know a thing about cool...
And I still don't give a f*ck about you...
Sick of my distortions of the truth...
Only peace that I have is in the booth...
I don't know a thing about cool...
And I still don't give a f*ck about you...
Sick of my distortions of the truth...
Only peace that I have is in the booth...