True Confessions

Sometimes, when I'm all alone

I get this feeling

Yeah, it's all I've been waiting for, shit

What? What? What? What? Yeah, check it

Right here right now, you know I'm sayin'?

Imam T.H.U.G., what? Wha-wha-wha-wha-what-

Imam T.H.U.G., 2-5-2 across the planet

Khadafi got chipped, micro tele in your Maverick

Told me everything that you said, dirty bastard

Sat back laughin', can't believe these **** askin'

Still listenin', got the pot for 'em to piss in

Secluded mission, on a mission, no conviction

Two other scalps stashed it in my couch, wouldn't surprise me

Petty cash, ki's stash, drop Maserati hash

Blaze it up little man for past

Freddie Krueger tragedy, twenty year capacity

Hold that up on your shoulders, million dollar boulders

What ****? Gettin' down for my weed-holders

Title be 2-5-2, exclude you

Come together like dime piece and vodka jewels

Yo, exotically I hold Gats, melodically bust raps

Part of me lusts for ACs with the wings in the back

Besides that, I overthrow the Jakes just to free blacks

Clappin' CO's, bustin' PO's in they kneecaps

Love Allah most, like a child playin' his moms close

Or a newborn thug holdin' the chrome toast

In a duplex sunset, callin' a Fatiha

When I have sex, ma, it's like the Mardi Gras

Illumini, visualize I, Selassie high

Thugging 'til the day I die, swervin' in the Third Eye

This world is foul and we get high

This why we steady drinkin'

Locked in the beast

I’m in the cell and anxious, got me thinkin'

Who needs to go to work

I'd rather hustle for my dollar

**** is starvin' in these streets

And I just wanna holler

I'm a thug

And I just don't wanna stop

I'm a thug

And I just don't wanna stop

Shit is too much, shit is too much

Yo, peep the paradoxical hydroponical rap style

Like botanical animal thugs in exile

Grey smoke from a cop's Glock, five gunshots

Chalk circles all on the block, that's where my body dropped

Shaking like a pregnant coke-head, I'm up for two nights

Sweating like Peruvian cats pullin' a jewel heist

Battle of the beasts, defeatin' **** for five nights

I'm too nice, like a Christian Fed with two lives

The embassy type of rap cat pushin' a black Ac

Aristocrat Third World stat guerrilla diplomat

I'm deep like a Socrates, foul like atrocities

My degrees date to B.C.'s twelve dynasties

A member of the Last Supper, original disciple

An archangel like Michael holdin' a rifle

So what the fuck you're tryna Tell Me like Dru Hill?

My net gross is four mil', **** it's all real

Clear like the waters in the Blue Nile, it's too foul

Got the drop on you, dunny, what you gonna do now?

This world is foul and we get high

This why we steady drinkin'

Locked in the beast

I’m in the cell and anxious, got me thinkin'

Who needs to go to work

I'd rather hustle for my dollar

**** is starvin' in these streets

And I just wanna holler

I'm a thug

And I just don't wanna stop

I'm a thug

And I just don't wanna stop

Shit is too much, shit is too much