Stop Lying

By Vents

Released on June 28, 2017

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[Bertrand Russell]


[Verse 1: Vents]

They wanna say I'm a psycho; maybe I am though

Maybe they're right though; maybe I'm mad bro

Desperado, Rambo, blowing up like Commando

Sick in the coconut: Van Gogh

I get Agro: Cartoon Connection

Staying inside, it's far too depressing

Asian, Anglo, Koori, Italy

Your ethnicity don't mean shit to me

They tried killing me; setting me up

Lockin' me up, hackin' my mail, what in the fuck?

Trafficking charge, dropped the case

Forget about the cops, better watch your mates

'Cause if you're plotting on me you picked the wrong victim

Getting too hot? You picked the wrong kitchen, listen

Where I came from, I learned to play dumb

When you're smart, that's how you stay young


[GDz]


[Verse 2: Vents]

I'm a desperado, Rambo, Rebel, Brando

Good guy/bad guy, fly, Mick Gatto

Vents on the mic like wheel on the barrow

Bad to the marrow, kneel to the pharaoh

World full of pain like a field of tobacco

Jump through the wormhole, kill the Gestapo

Hello! Black panther when I bite

Black Adder when I write, I'm Drago in a fight

Fuck left, fuck right, what's wrong? what's right?

Who's black? Who's white? Whose side?

Divide and conquer, how they want you

Put a mere man in command got a monster

Brainwash you, my third eye stay crystal

Eating red pills like Skittles

I make ripples, I was taught I ain't well

That's why I was born to raise hell


[Booker T]


[Verse 3: Vents]

Look, I got a shark-proof suit that I sleep in

'Cause cunts stay plotting, chicks stay scheming

Cunts stay rotten, lost in leviathan

Everybody want to climb, want to be the highest chimp

The alpha male, swimming in the belly of the whale

Waking up every day with a coffee and a coffin nail

Every morning, coughin' up black, it's a warning

Headrush then back to the boredom

Praying for a quick death, that'd be awesome

Heart attack or a bus, crash while I'm walkin'

Sick of these Tom, Dick and Harry cunts calling

Most of these cunts only happy when I'm falling

I am the chain-smokin' organ donor

Heart like a Chevrolet motor

Heavyweight composer, stardust in the solar system

I hope you're listenin'

My whole team got the criminal gene, I was busy seeing nothing at all

I was looking at the fly on the wall

I was waiting for my rice on the boil

Cunts want to act psycho; why I gotta press 'em like olive oil

Aluminum foil cap, back on the map

Eye of the storm to watch my back

I see dawn in the black, light in the tunnel

I could be the guy that I want to

Five o'clock stubble, try to stop trouble but it chase us

I'm like water: shapeless

Formless, cautious, we killed the walrus

Human nature make us feel nauseous

Anxious, came from the branches, chimpanzees

To the seas to the books of Atlantis

John the Baptist, reality TV actors

The world's insane or it's all my madness


[Bill Hicks]


[Verse 4: Vents]

You gotta watch for the viper, the funnel web spider

Roll me a joint with a fuckin' dead lighter

Every fibre in my soul survivor

You gonna fall if you keep lookin' behind you

Eye of the tiger, thrill of the fight

Smokin' the rice, sniffin' the white

Dodgin' the jab, slip 'em the right

Backyard lab in my mind, got a gift when I write

My future's bright, try to move on

Roll outta bed, put my human suit on

Success is a liar, ethnic tension, smell the fire

I'm real paranoid, show me the wire

We are not equal, everyone will not retire rich

But at least you could be a good trier

We admire the fakest idols

History repeat can't break the cycles

Wrong think, Doublespeak

Another bomb goin' off every fuckin' week

Nothin' to learn, some men just wait around

For their turn to watch the world burn

Angels, demons, strangers, people

Internet hatred, faceless creatures

Blinded by science, God had to leave us

Stuck with the underachievers and the non-believers

Pharmaceutical drugs fill the gap

For a day, then you're right back deep in the black

No reason or fact anymore 'cause it's all subjective

Big Brother's over-protective

Obama dropped like ten thousand bombs

And I didn't hear a peep when that shit was goin' on

And I don't know what to make of this place anymore

Don't know how much I can take anymore

I can't take anymore (take anymore)


[Idi Amin]


[Johnny Rotten]