Today's story is about a
kid with a great future.
But he had something more important.
He had heart.
And now, ladies and gentlemen,
the makers of human emotions,
we interrupt this program
to bring you a special news bulletin.
Guess That Kid!
The truth, you can't handle
The truth, it parades right in front of you
Tell me what you gonna do
You're gonna be on top
of your game,
so what I call this
A pause quick to smash
the pressure on the hard list
So everyday I gotta walk the line
You gotta tell me how you feelin' the rhyme
I gotta tell you how
I'm feelin' the rhyme
You gotta hear it how I'm
feelin' the rhyme
The truth, you can't handle the truth
It pervades right in front of you
Tell me what you wanna do
You're gonna be on top
of your game,
so what I call this
A pause quick to smash
the pressure on the hard list
So every day I gotta walk the line
You gotta tell me how you
feelin' the rhyme
And say, I gotta tell you
how I'm feelin' the rhyme
And yo, you gotta hear it
how I'm feelin' the rhyme
Lookin' at my cast,
yo, about that time
That takes a military action,
yo, I gots to shine
And the only way to do it
is to stay fluid with the rhyme
So I'ma stay on the grind,
plus walk a thin line
I gots to get mine,
whether it's straight or doin' crimes
I'ma motivate like the guide
dog lead the blind
Through this shit, whole planet
I'm searching to try to find
A reason to stay alive,
cross fading to survive
Find coming obstacles, got a pocket,
a piece of the pie
Wild, wild west,
I got em reaching for the sky
When I rock it to the top of
the mountain
Divine's what they call me, so follow me
All in together now,
di vide from the rest of the genre
Testing my limits, but I've invested
into a life sentence of this
And I'm meant for this shit
like Phantom Force or Wax Taylor
We bringing it from the soul
like our first name was Dayla
The truth,
you can't handle the truth
It parades right in front of you
Tell me what you gonna do
Be on top of your game
So what I call this
Applause quick to smash with pressure
I'm the heartless
So everyday I gotta walk the line
You gotta tell me how you
feelin' the rhymin'
I gotta tell you how
I'm feelin' the rhymin'
You gotta hear it how I'm
feelin' the rhymin'
The truth, you can't handle the truth
It parades right in front of you
Tell me what you gonna do
Be on top of your game, so what I call this
A boss quick to smash with pressure,
I'm the heartless
So everyday I gotta walk the line
You gotta tell me how you
feelin' the rhymin'
I gotta tell you how
I feelin' the rhymin', yo
You gotta hear it, how I
feelin' the rhymin'
To all my peoples, this is it
Hey kid, walk straight, master your high
Or be a bystander lost in this
catacomb up a labyrinth
Let me take you back past lifestyle
using my landing cards
I set up rhymes for a decoy
I'm the other brother,
watch the MZs we destroy
In this binary operation, what you facing?
My man Wax Taylor and the big
open flows create a
Galaxy of planet seeds
for the world to see
It's a beautiful thing,
but deadly like a sword swing
Animation frequencies run fast in
the mercury with a telegram
To let you know you not the man,
examine the hologram
We'll see you soon, switch the tune
as we put the self -control
and throw a sonic boom
Subject matter,
your heart will shrivel up in submission to us
It's supernatural when we discuss
The truth, you can't handle the truth
It parades right in front of you
Tell me what you gonna do
Be on top of your game, so what I call this
A pause, quick to smash
the pressure on the hard list
So everyday I gotta walk the line
You gotta tell me how
you feelin' the rhyme
I gotta tell you how
I feelin' the rhyme
You gotta hear it, how
I feelin' the rhyme
You can't handle the truth,
it parades right in front of you
Tell me what you gonna do,
be on top of your game
So what I call this,
a ball quick to smash the pressure
of the heartless
So everyday I gotta walk a line,
you gotta tell me how
you feelin' the rhyme
I gotta tell you how I feelin' the rhyme
You gotta hear it how I feelin' the rhyme
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Wax Tailor 
