Текст песни The Truth (YomiShious) с переводом

'Scott, you’re shit'

Two seconds, nothing to show for it

And you know the best part?

I’m not pulling punches

Is it even a diss if everything’s true?

Oh, so now Daniels is pissed?

What kinda shit I 'sposed to give?

I’m not the handout type

You’re gonna have to dig through my shit

But I don’t have much

Just Hide Myself next to that one fail

Party Crasher, well

I’m here to not lie, just look at the title

When it comes to you on the Yoush

I don’t give an anything

Not even a flying fuck, hell

I am a flying fuck, yeah

Not even a flannel for you to clean up the mess on your front

After my public urination I did on your shirt

You’re wearing with Mohammed’s face on it

That’s not a diss at him

Just his part in being student union

I’m not a mannequin, man, stand up to the real man

I coulda aimed at your back

Oh, what’s that?

You can’t attack good enough?

Ha, I know that

Bitch, I could end you on the spot

Without a tick on the clock

With no residue on the floor

Now be a good sport and give credit where it’s due

Grab that mop and clean yourself on the floor

I gave you your only shot for a rap career that you wanted

Now you gotta wait for Omniform verse two

I won’t spoil it

But I do foil plans harder

Cause I bring it all to the world

With a line about that one time you called your own girlfriend a slag

Making rape comments 'bout your best-friend who you wanted to go at fucking

And I assume doggy-style cause you couldn’t stop looking at her ass

Where’s her ass?

Underneath her back?

What am I getting at?

The fact that she didn’t see the shit you said about her behind her back?

I’m not handing out ace bandages

Or wipes to clean up your blood on your face

And shit on your ass

I can spaz, return to Sarg, I’m at large, pace changes, that’s a fact To have

to fend off enemies

But now I see that I don’t have to put a tent up and cock back and reload to

have a go at demons

Wannabe critics

All I hear’s noises in the grass

But as I hop with hip like where I fire physical bullets from to go at

It’s more like jabs so I can spit harder

And red eyes showing shame, but not as much shame that’s come to your name

Cause this is what you get when my name gets used in vein

Mohammed said you made it, you just didn’t drop it

And what about and

Been a gypsy

Smoking weed and living in your own shit

Rape comments

In your then-best-friend's house

In her living room, her going out the room with her phone left in the room

And then what you do then is go up to the phone

Glance at her

No thought process going on, no you

Just send em to yourself on email

And all your other fake friends

Before you left a trace

What about with Chloe

You liked her at first but had to hush as you got with Abby

What about that?

You still liked her though

Wou broke up for a day or so

Didn’t feel no pain or have some shame

No way, I guess

Cause then you went up to Chlo

Was hoping for a woah, but the answer was no

Uh, oh, though, massive fail

And you’re back with your girl now right?

And I bet she don’t even know about it, right?

I wanna make this petty hate

Take this back to the the old days of medicated, Simo Sarg

With my old GF, meditating with it in the days of 2016

Pre, OD

That’s the mentality I’m in

Cause with the mentality I’m making you be in makes me happy but do you

understand that this face get’s even angrier with it’s gaze without me taking

drugs now?

I’m offended, yappa, yappa

I’ll say one thing, he’ll take it outta context

To use it against me to make me look bad

So that peeps will turn there backs on me

I won’t delve 'less you make me delve

Cause I’m one now

Do you know where I’m going wit this?

Brow

The last thing you want is me walking up to your house in the middle of the

night be the delver

Oh, what else, me next, you say?

I say fuck it, come on then

I’ll do it for you to make you be creative, and not too blatant, obvious, disses

Cause I don’t wanna be hyped then get a simple reply like KSI little boy

Wrotoshaw diss

And then be brought down more cause at-least he had a disstrack to make a

response for

Fuck it, yeah I like Court’s, broke some secrets

Oh, no

What relationship number in now?

I say the millis like how much I’m betting with money it don’t last past a

couple months

She asked for it

Which hickie on your neck belongs to Josh

The other Josh

Ma, caca, Benjamin?

With all of em surely they don’t just belong to one person

'less you’ve really been getting it on with your co-worker bartender you’ve

only been dating for a couple days

And it’s incredible

Weak and feeble

Small and weeping

Ease?

I know nothing, of that

«Please»

Oh no, and so it goes

Mental, simple, and just so meaningless

Look at her

whining in the corner

Bursting over fucking Laura

Getting cheated on

How I know it?

Is it maybe cause she knows my cousin somehow?

Who she went to that Halloween party dressed as Elsa with

Who’s your friend from school

And left early to get it on with Danny

And the crowd erupted with a fight bigger than the fight going on with

Mohawked’s hairline, while crying

Like how you might be doing about now

And I know, you know

I can’t not blow up higher than I already done did it

But the only thing blowing for you in the music thing, Cam, is giving blow, ho

Cause fire never tires

Says fuck it, bye and dies, away, nay

Fire stays

Sways in the air, doesn’t go outta lanes

No, check yourself, or just get rid of yourself, leave the check and mate