Moment Of Truth Lyrics - Singles - Let It Shine Soundtrack

Here we go again, prepare to meet your end 

Just looked you up on Facebook, you have zero friends 

This kid's a loser yo, he ain't even kissed a girl 

You write her love letters I buy her ice and pearls 

So how you like me now? 

Even Roxanne's in the background saying 'Wow, Bling's got style' 

I'm off the gold chain 

If you're a rapper why is Kris your backup dancer 

Like an extra on soul train 

I see your mommy and your daddy in the front row 

They must be embarrassed for you bro 

You're not a real M.C. 

You should quit hip-hop 

Now be a good bus boy and go get your mop 

Bling, you don't wanna battle 

You're the snake without the rattle 

You're the boat without the paddle 

You're the duck without the waddle 

You're the horse without the saddle 

The ranch without the cattle 

The day without the shadow 

Son, I think you should skedaddle kick gravel 

Sayonara punk arrivederci 

What language do I have to say it in for you to hear me clearly 

Adios amigo, you're over with, finito 

This clown couldn't rap anything but my burrito 

Kid, you have to hold your mommy's hand before you cross the street 

You have to sneak out the house just to clean and sweep 

And now you look queasy, I made him go mute 

Put your camera phones up so you can post this on YouTube 

Truth's got a screw loose he's terrified to bust 

So lightweight that I can blow him over with a gust 

You're weak like Seven Days, you deserve boos 

You should walk around in some high-heeled shoes 

You should rock pigtails and a skirt 

You're shaking in your boots 

Are your feelings getting hurt? 

Well, maybe I should hurt more than your feelings 

Maybe I should rip the roof off the theatre ceiling 

Maybe you should start kneeling his eyes are getting misty 

You're so wack, if you were me you couldn't diss me 

Kissy kissy Roxanne, did you miss me? 

I'll take you out to dinner after I've eaten this pipsqueak 

And when we're on vacation I'll let him house sit 

Here's a couple of bucks, buy yourself a better outfit 

You know what? You don't have a stack of cash or a flashy pad 

I saw you last week driving a taxi cab, 

Your secret's out and now they know sport 

We'll call you if we need a ride to an airport 

In fact you can drop me off at home after this 

Then you can take your couple bucks back but as a tip 

You're playing yourself like Solitaire 

Telling everyone that's here that you're a millionaire 

You're not a baller, you're a phony 

I bet your whole crew is a bunch of rent-a-homies 

And now you lie in bed lonely, your persona's a façade 

The only girls you get are in the pages of a catalog 

Here stands Lord of DaBluff 

His lies were legendary till the truth made him hush 

And what's funny is your truth is enough 

Why'd you have to make up all the money and the stuff? 

I guess it's easier to play the role and act hard 

'Cause you don't have the guts to tell us who you really are 

So you can keep a trophy that you don't deserve 

I might be a bus boy but you just got served