DZ, Holloway - No Honesty Lyrics

Babylon has been falling
It's my time, it's my calling
Half of them are just talking
Us to them's a bad omen
Uh, Yeah
I see it
I see the lights as they coming
No sympathise, with your simple mind
When this missle flies, it's game over
Don't tell me lies
When I pick your mind
You got tired eyes
And I know it
They fantasize, wanna blow my mind
No basic bitches coming over
I see the lies, the whole game is biased
But Trip Jacket Mafia got soldiers
Never let it slide
Through the rain or fire
Any obstacle we jump over
Yeah
There's no honesty in this game
I swear they only in it for fame
I swear to god they got no heart or soul
But TJM
Yeah, we on a roll
They don't want it
This the warm up
They don't deal the coke
No crossing borders
Cut 'em up, turn 'em all to sawdust
All the lies you talk
Just to feel important
Thought we warned ya, better tell the truth
We spit raw in the booth
When we pull to kill
I got a bone to pick with this industry
You all talking shit through a TV screen
And I see through the smoke that they passing to us
All the bars that they talk but don't answer to us
Got a beat want me on
Better pass it to us
When you speak, I just scorn
It ain't nothing to us
Thought we wouldn't
Oh, you're mistooken
Mentos to the coke when we leave it shooken
Rappers suck dick
Yeah, this game is crooked
Smoke in the mirrors that you be looking
There's no honesty in this game
I swear they only in it for fame
I swear to god they got no heart or soul
But TJM
Yeah, we on a roll

Babylon has been falling
It's my time, it's my calling
Half of them are just talking
Us to them's a bad omen
Uh, Yeah
I see it
I see the lights as they coming
No sympathise, with your simple mind
When this missle flies, it's game over
Don't tell me lies
When I pick your mind
You got tired eyes
And I know it
They fantasize, wanna blow my mind
No basic bitches coming over
I see the lies, the whole game is biased
But Trip Jacket Mafia got soldiers
Never let it slide
Through the rain or fire
Any obstacle we jump over
Yeah
There's no honesty in this game
I swear they only in it for fame
I swear to god they got no heart or soul
But TJM
Yeah, we on a roll
They don't want it
This the warm up
They don't deal the coke
No crossing borders
Cut 'em up, turn 'em all to sawdust
All the lies you talk
Just to feel important
Thought we warned ya, better tell the truth
We spit raw in the booth
When we pull to kill
I got a bone to pick with this industry
You all talking shit through a TV screen
And I see through the smoke that they passing to us
All the bars that they talk but don't answer to us
Got a beat want me on
Better pass it to us
When you speak, I just scorn
It ain't nothing to us
Thought we wouldn't
Oh, you're mistooken
Mentos to the coke when we leave it shooken
Rappers suck dick
Yeah, this game is crooked
Smoke in the mirrors that you be looking
There's no honesty in this game
I swear they only in it for fame
I swear to god they got no heart or soul
But TJM
Yeah, we on a roll