Purveyors of Truth - Diamond District

Sidewalks are struggling to absorb my footprints

It’s my fault, hustling to be hood rich

To die for?

Well, how can I put this?

On your heart, in your eyes, on the charts

Three Feet High, In The Ruff, Midnight Maraud

Three in this tribe too, but we like the Dogan

My thoughts’ll murder like Nat Turner

Pick up, and shoot like a fast learner

Born in the Bronx, 'the rebuttal to the Willie Lynch theory

Eventually, three stars collided by Ben’s Chili

Keeping it hunnid 'till we celebrate, bicentenni

Hottest in the city, over Oddisee’s symphonies

Sent to me, looking up to God like: This for me?

A gift, custom made like the rod that split the sea

Triple teamed, put it back in balance triple beams

Saved my life 'cuz we was far in Cappers

Shit, and schemes

Gassed up, and down in a Nike box

Hit the cream, feeling prepared, prepared to fail

Shit ain’t what it seems, being what you be

The in crowd, they 'gon disagree

But the winning team, Diamond D

Champion rings, this can’t be a dream

I learned a lot from the Purveyors Of Truth

Was in the noose until persuaded, I was one of them truths

For the time, being blind, see embettered views

Better eschew, then accuse of being clever, and loose

In the system of getting for self wealth is health

Forget yourself on the mission to else

Can’t nothing help

But less is a loss, and a loss like death

For every check is a twelve step addicted to the next

Take a breath

Highly competitive in nature, pockets fatter

Have ya' knockin' down the ladder of your neighbor

Over paper stacked, it ain’t even backed by gold

That’s some 'ole magician, which hand switched

Blinked, and then you missed it, ha

I guess the hand is quicker than the eye

The poor can’t afford to buy, while the rich barely is spending dime

Time spent riding that brittle middle line

While your pockets might determine whether you got your head up high

Got friends who is in jail by selling them little lies

It be them inside, ties could make fraud legitimize

Where some folks income low then they hit 'em high

Don’t shake the hand of Uncle Sam, he ain’t no friend of mine

A lot in common with them dominate forces

Put our mark on this, go all in and we doing this

Alive and thriving, opposite of that jiveness

District Diamond climbing it’s called capitalizing

I learned a lot from the Purveyors Of Truth

Was in the noose until persuaded, I was one of them truths

For the time, being blind, see embettered views

Better eschew then accuse of being clever, and loose

In the system of getting for self wealth is health

Forget yourself on the mission to else

Can’t nothing help

But less is a loss, and a loss like death

For every check is a twelve step addicted to the next

Take a breath

Take a breath