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Wicked

by Pariah

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Surrounded by fake friends, snakes, and flakes
Claiming that they're givers, while they constantly take
This message was delivered when you spit in my face
Even after I defended all your shitty mistakes
I told my other friends, it wasn't you, that you could change
A concept that with hindsight, I find to be kinda strange
To turn on me you'd have to be deaf, dumb, blind, or deranged
How the fuck you claiming cliques when you just shit on my name?
Don't get it twisted, this ain't only 'bout one
This is a song for every traitor living under the sun
My words are real, I never did it for fun
I faced the flames of retribution, and I never run
I thrive beneath the pressure, and I live by la spada
I never bow, I never fear, and I don't cave to the the drama
You can wait a thousand years for tears
Alone with baited breath
While ignoring that you played yourself and failed your own test

No rest for the wicked, in the shadows they dwell
Hypocrites, claiming heaven
Yet they manifest hell
Best believe, if you're buying, then they're vying to sell
Got em lined up for dying, lying stories they tell

A lot of talk, about the fact that you're rappin'
A lotta bold claims, but I ain't heard no tracks snappin'
See, words are different than actions
Pain is different with passion
You'll lose it all just saying shit solely to get a reaction
Congratulations, man, Facebook is proud
But social media is really the only time that you get loud
Sit in your vape cloud, waiting on your break out
Dabbed up, and lost away from grinding, 'coz you spaced out
Life is short, I can see what you want
So let's be real, you ain't worked enough to think you could flaunt
Talent ain't shit if motivation is gone
So get your shit together, because life will just keep moving on
Circumstances don't circumvent facing the facts
You were certain when you ran your mouth, I'll remember that
I'll be working til the curse is gone and the sun turns black
Never doubt that I can see through the mask

No rest for the wicked, in the shadows they dwell
Hypocrites, claiming heaven
Yet they manifest hell
Best believe, if you're buying, then they're vying to sell
Got em lined up for dying, lying stories they tell
So keep your people close, trust few
And ride for your crew
Don't be afraid to cut 'em loose if they ain't riding for you
Remember who was there for you in the moment of truth
Let 'em choke upon the bile they spew

I may move on, but I never forget
I have many great stories, and a few regrets
You may have been dear, but fake shit's what got you here
I see right through your intentions, 'cause your motive is clear
I ain't even mad, but I ain't letting this slide
For too long, I let you hang upon the coattails and ride
So I'm sorry, but I must say peace
I'm feeling hungry and I'm late to the feast, and I've been waiting to eat
To the rest of you who see me as a thing you can use
I need all of you to listen, 'coz you're fuckin confused
Just because I'm kind to you and I respect what you do
Don't think that you can ever step to me and flex in these boots
Tired of tests and pressing threats to the flame
Listen child, this ain't no motherfuckin' game
Best believe that you and I are not the fuckin' same
Go back to fake friends, with no drive at all, you're all lame
When the reaper calls, they'll remember my name
Pariah

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released December 13, 2019
all music and lyrics by Pariah
engineered, mixed, and produced by Pariah
Ninth Order Productions
mastered by Scott Gonzales

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