Hype boys, hype boys  Everyone's a killer  Drug dealer with the nine mill'er  That's not sensible  And I can sense the bull  That's why these rapers couldn't see me comin'  If they were vaginas with spectacles  And I've got the testicles to testify the truth  Half these rapers are only gansters in the booth  And they ain't never been to no pen  They just hold one  Me I be no gangster, I'm just tellin' you the truth  But I run up in the game like bang bang bang bang  That's why, that's why everyone keeps sayin'  Have you heard Sway he's Nine Nine Nine Nine  That guy, that guy's heavy in the game  And ask where buy this Fe Fi Fo  But them guys coulda never feel my flow  Sway all the way from the U to the K  Order Bacardi up in the Te To Oh  Getting over the cds I've sold in it  I just want 'em to know that's the goal in it  That's the goal ain't it  Half the haters they ain't doing nothing with a mike but holdin' it  They slow, with it  So they could new bring it to the game in the new school  I play too brutual  That's why I control like a court side teacher's bugle  People down in england ain't all wild  But some places in Britain ain't the place to raise your child  Cause even the royal family ain't all smiles  Cause everybody knows, Harry don't look like Charles  See me I've never been to court and I've never been on trial, boys  Never been fought even though I've been around, boy  What's that thing in your hand? Put it down boy  Cause you're not a killa, you're a sound boy    [Chorus]    Hype boys, hype boys  Everyone's a bad man now  On the mike boys, mike boys  And everyone's a mad man now  And the semi goes  Bratatatatatatatata (yeah right)  And the semi goes  Ratata (nah), bang bang    Hype boys, hype boys  Everyone's a mad man now  On the mike boys, mike boys  And everyone's a bad man now  And the semi goes  Bratatatatatatatata (yeah right)  And the semi goes  Ratata (nah), bang bang    Pound is stronger than the doller (holla)  Sway, I run up in this game  Like a rub'er without a rubber  And now I been around and a pro  Won a couple of awards now, round of applause  And now I'm making peas and I'm pleasing my people  Not even a Jamiroquai hat could fit my ego  'nough of these rappers ain't real, they just rapping hype  Why you shouting all the time, don't you have a mike?  Run up in the club like, be-ow, be-ow  Bust two lyrics then, we out, we out  Them boys talk to re-al, real  But they post like, meow meow  And they don't really want no war time,  This rap game is all mine  It will never be your time  Never bra, 'cause you're small time  And I got more time, so settle down boy  Before I make you look like something like a clown boy  What's that thing in your hand? Put it down boy  'Cause you're not a killa, you're sound boy    [Chorus}    Are you a liar?  If your reply is no you're lying now  Because we living a lie  and then we die  and then we're lying down  Look at my Adam's Apple  It's not that my neck hurts, no no  Its just the truth is hard to swallow  And you can see that I'm an expert  So let, let me elaborate  As I navigate  Like a husky  But trust me  The truth is, I wouldn't even trust me  Many rely on religion, that doesn't make sense  Cause that's considered a sin  It is really no winning  'cause every one habors a liar within them  It's just that we're different  Being a bad liar is like having a bad lawyer  As soon as they get caught they get the sentence uffed up  A good liar's benevolent  With a memory like an elephant  Intelegent  And knows exactly when to shhhhh  Lies spread around like viruses  So how can I survive in this?  'Cause even the truth lies (where?)  In people's irises  So how can I resist  I had to lie to write this verse  Got my talent for twisting words  Hence my title, I'm a "lie"ricist  When you work the people don't want to leave alone  'Cause you gotta make money you don't need the loan  I'm a businessman underneath the foam  But you lie to the people and lead them on  You're not a bad boy, no  I got a bad boy flow  'Cause when in Rome you do what the Romans do  Especially when all roads lead to Rome  You need to stop pretending  Your mix tapes are still in boxes  'Cause you don't have a fan in your bedroom  What's that thing, in your hand? Put it down boy  'Cause you're not a killa, you're a sound boy    [Chorus}    these lyrics are submitted by mta_mta