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letra de the truth is - stig of the dump

the truth is, that i couldn’t give two sh-ts
if you think i’m a huge d-ck, then the shoe fits
but i’m a chuck a size 11 boot until you’re toothless
on my own at your show, telling you ya crew’s b-tch
watch the mood switch, crazy to insane
they say i got a chemical imbalance in my brain
i ain’t different, them lot are the same
forget the fame, this ain’t a game, i’m tryna wrestle with my pain
can you feel it? yeah! i know that you can feel it
you might think i’m wack but can’t deny that i’m the realest
i ain’t a pessimist, pathetic pr-cks, i’m just a realist
were born to die so crawl inside i’ll show you what the deal is
i don’t a need a deal b-tch, i live to smash the show
i know that with the majors i’d have major cash to blow
tinchy strider had a number 1, i’m happy for the bloke
but that don’t change the fact i want to stab him in his throat
see raps a m-ssive joke but i ain’t laughing at it though
everybody’s stacking that imaginary dough
i don’t care if you’re the type to aim the strap & let it go
i’ll tell you to your face that i think your pathetic bro
cause real recognise real, & all i see is strangers
just a bunch of try hards, tryna make it famous
i used to do it to escape but i just wasted ages
now i’m tryna find myself inside the words i pen on pages
see that’s what happens once you stick your head inside the matrix
it’s hard to fathom like the very second life’s created
i used to over -n-lyse but took it back to basics
once i double necked a couple reds & woke up on that sp-ce ship
so while you agents shape shift, i’ll continued to evolve
until i can see the world in binary code
try comprehending it, your mind will explode
and i’ll be on that bill hicks roller coaster, riding home
reporting life, live from inside my dome
where even my inner demons are scared to the spend the night alone
keep ya plastic happiness, i’m tryna find my own
and i get closer every single time i hold the microphone
you can tell just but my tone, that i mean every word i say
i’m focused on the truth, they’re focused on a turn of phrase
it took me until now to snap but it was worth the wait
cos i’ve learned more about myself with every track i burnt to date
and id trade every single penny that i’ve ever worked to make
for a chance to earn my place before i hit that early grave
cos even though the system got my vision turning grey
i still believe in love within this bitter world of hate
this is for my listeners, sitting burning grade
for the little me, digging in my mother’s purse for change
for every other mistake i’ve had the nerves to make
cos they’re the reason i became the person that i am today
so if you’re thinking, who the h-ll are you?
i’m the one dude left that still chooses to tell the truth
every day i do something that they’ll never do
i live for my art, they think the culture is for revenue
i do need to collect the odd cheque or two
for rent, not to mention the brews that i’m getting through
but i’m a rebel when i pen a tune
so if ya stepping to my crew, i bet ya get ya effing head removed
art over money, love over everything
that’s why id die for my music & my next of kin
sometimes i get stressed, get mad depressed & think
to end it all, but rest -ssured the pessimist will never win
cos there’s optimist hidden deep inside me
an honest voice of hope that only ever speaks silently
and you can hear it, you just gotta listen close enough
cos its only ever heard on those occasions that i open up
i’m extrovertly introverted
so if you think my bars are just bag of jokes
you must have missed the purpose
sometimes you got to dig beneath a hidden surface
pick apart the words i guarantee you’ll see a different person
listen to the verses, i admit it isn’t perfect
but i refuse to spoon feed you news week, it isn’t worth it
think deep; speak dumb, i’m a cryptic wordsmith
cos my soul’s so philosophical but my brain is ill equipped to serve it
and i’ve never written one bar for the listener
i’m just tryna map the meaning of my thoughts out onto a4
sometimes i get trapped inside my mind like i’m a prisoner
but i escape my demons when i walk across the stage floor
the microphones my confidante, my confessions rhythm based
i shed my insecurities on beats and hope they dissipate
destiny is manmade, there’s no such thing as fate
so while you marvel at the stars, i’ll be investigating inner sp-ce
cause some of us were never made to fit in
so over time we learnt to generated a thick skin
they say life’s too short, celebrate existing
i say life’s too long, get blazed & swig gin
bring the fat lady, i’m dying hear the b-tch sing
up in court shouting f-ck the law as the pigs grin
see i live where the quids king
sh-t’s grim, but wait until reality kicks in
yeah, i know man, i’ll crack a brew with ya
back a few, strap a zoot, slap a few hipsters
my fam’s like, what’s with the att-tude mr
as i paper over cracks with a pack of blue rizla
you get the picture, i just say nothin’
when in reality i’m up late pacing
all ever is hear that i should stay patient
and things will get better but they just ain’t changing, nah
it’s more of the same old
brain waves, say that i’m a slave to the pain so
i look for love i once lost on the way home
i need more than my name embossed on a grave stone
they don’t, they need to be famous
i’m tryna supersede the human greed that seems to plagues us
from stories in the news you see or choose to read in papers
we define ourselves with terms they use to separate us
so this is dedicated to all of my haters
to every radio dj that never played us
to artists, to promoters who’s asked me for a favour
‘til i need one in return & then they treat me like a stranger
later, don’t think i’ll forget because i won’t
i got love for everybody that was honest when we spoke
but to everyone who thinks that i’m a failure cos i’m broke
you’re a joke & i stand by every word i’ve ever wrote

- stig of the dump

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