Moment Of Truth
Brandon Mychal Smith Lyrics

You want this battle, huh? So you a rapper now? Oh, okay
I see that you're challenging me to a rap battle. Are you trying to prove that you're good at rapping or something?

Prepare to meet your end
You better be ready to lose because I'm about to destroy you

Just looked you up of facebook you have 0 friends
I searched for you on Facebook and it looks like you don't have any friends. That's pretty sad.

This kid's a loser yo he ain't even kissed a girl
I heard that you've never kissed a girl before. That's pretty pathetic.

You write her love letters, I buy her ice and pearls
I treat girls well by buying them nice things, while you just write them love letters. You're not smooth at all.

So how you like me now / Even Roxanne's in the backround saying wow Bling's got style / I'm off the gold chain
I'm doing pretty well in this rap battle, even Roxanne (a bystander) thinks so. I am fashionable and successful.

If you're a rapper why is Kris your back up 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
If you're a rapper, why is Kris (who's just a backup dancer) on stage with you? I even see your parents in the audience and they must feel ashamed of you.

You're not a real MC / You should quit hip hop / Now be a good bus boy and go get your mop
You're not a true rapper or an MC, so you should just give up on trying to be one. You're better off being a bus boy, so go get your mop and do that instead.

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
Bling, you're not ready for this. You're like a snake that can't defend itself, a boat that can't move, a duck that can't walk, a horse without the necessary equipment, a ranch without animals, and a day without any sun. So I think you should leave while you still can.

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
Get out of here, goodbye. What do I have to say in order for you to understand that you've lost? Goodbye my friend, it's all over. You're terrible at rapping, you couldn't even rap 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
You're just a child, you need to hold your mom's hand before crossing the street. You're so weak that you have to sneak out to do chores. You're looking sick now. I made you speechless with my bars. Everyone, take out your phones and record this so you can put it on YouTube.

Truth's got a screw loose, he's terrified to bus / So lightweight that I could blow him over with a gust / You're weak like seven days, you deserve boos / You should walk around in some high heel shoes, ha / You should rock pigtails and a skirt / You're shaking in your boots, are your feelings getting hurt
You're so weak that you're scared to even be a bus boy. You're the lightest person ever, I could blow you over in the wind. You're so pathetic that you deserve boos. It'd be funny to see you wearing girl's clothes, because you're acting like such a coward. You're even shaking in your shoes because of how bad I'm making you feel.

Ooh well, maybe I should hurt more than your feelings / Maybe I should rip the roof off the theater ceiling / Maybe you should start kneeling his eyes are getting misty / Your so whack if you were me you couldn't diss me
I'm not satisfied with just hurting your feelings, I should do something more extreme like tear down the actual roof. You're acting weak, even close to tears. You're so bad at rapping, that even if you were me you wouldn't be able to out-diss me.

Kissy kissy Roxanne did you miss me / I'll take you out to dinner after I've eaten this pip squeak / And when were on vacation I'll let him house sit / Here's a couple bucks buy yourself a better outfit
Hey Roxanne, did you miss me? After I win this battle, I'll take you out for dinner. And when we go away, I'll let this guy watch my house. Here's a couple bucks, buy yourself some new clothes.

You know what? / You don't have a stack of cash you're a flashy pad / I saw you last week driving the taxi cab / Your secret's out, and now they know sport / We'll call you if we need a ride to an airport
You're a liar, you don't have any money. I saw you driving a taxi cab last week. Now everyone knows the truth. We'll call you if we ever 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
Actually, you can take me home after this and I'll give you your money back as a tip. You're lying to yourself and pretending to be rich. You're acting like you have a ton of money, even though you don't.

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 fade / The only girls you get are in the pages of a catalog / Here stands lord of the bluff / His lies were legendary til 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
You're not someone who's successful or cool, you're just a fake. I bet all your friends are just people you paid to act like your friends. And now you're alone in bed. Your fake persona is fading away. The only girls you get are from magazines. You're just a liar and a fake. Your lies were famous until everyone found out the truth, and the truth was enough to make you stop. Why did you have to make up all the money and stuff you don't have?

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 busboy / But you just got served!
I guess it's easier to pretend to be someone else and act tough, because you don't have the courage to show us who you really are. So go ahead and keep pretending, but you don't deserve any recognition. I might just be a busboy, but I just won this battle!