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HYPOCRITE
Hip-Hop/Rap
HYPOCRITE was released on August 19, 2025 by B-LIEU ENTERTAINMENT as a part of the album LET THE VIOLENCE ENSUE
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Release DateAugust 19, 2025
LabelB-LIEU ENTERTAINMENT
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
B-LIEU
B-LIEU
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon Patric Bessellieu
Jon Patric Bessellieu
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jon Patric Bessellieu
Jon Patric Bessellieu
Producer

Lyrics

Who knows
Who knows
Who knows where we're going
Who knows where we're going
1800 miles and running, El Paso to North Cackalack
And oh yes, I came back
I took cars, planes, trains, and horseback
Satan, get out of my way, or feel the force, Jack
Got plans bigger than the forehead of Eric Hall
I'm all about progress, Homie I never stall
On my quest, like the Tribe Called
Like Jamaal and Ali Shaheed Mohammed, R.I.P. Phife Dawg
I only die for God
Good, Good God, Good God
So who want to br-brawl
With yes, yes y'all
It's blessed Bess in the flesh
I'm fresh dressed to impress
I'm spiritual and emotional, I get easily upset
I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
So when I die, is when I rest
Don't give me three breaths
And don't compress on my chest
They say Jon you the best
Nah, I'm just Bessellieu
Fingertips still got sin residue
Who knows (It's not my intention)
Who knows (I'm not exempt from sinning)
Who knows where we're going (It's just a part of living)
Who knows where we're going (It's just a part of living)
Yeah
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows where we're going
Who knows where we're going
Guess, I'm a hypocrite for that
Last time I looked in the mirror
I still had my father's resemblance
'Cause I was made in God's image
I'm feeling like my battles are never finished
Feel like I live my life at the line of scrimmage
When that ball is snapped
See, this ain't all rap, here's a small fact
I had to fall back from Hallback
Whatever the issue was, we couldn't resolve that
And I just lay low, but I don't crawl, Jack
So, therefore, I don't crawl back
I just pray my brother don't fall flat
But when my name is back in his mouth
It's so hard not to relapse
I'm from North Cackalack
You can see tar in my tracks
I was raised to praise Jesus
Brawl, fellowship, slap
Worship, stab, pay tithes
Kick, punch, bag crack
With my dad, fight back, shoot, jab, pray, attack
What you call that
Guess, I'm a confused little dude
But you can call me a hypocrite for that
'Cause I don't care, Hey
Who knows (It's not my intention)
Who knows (I'm not exempt from sinning)
Who knows where we're going (It's just a part of living)
Who knows where we're going (It's just a part of living)
Yeah
Who knows (Yeah)
Who knows (Guess I'm a hypocrite for that, man, listen)
Who knows where we're going
Who knows where we're going
Look, I love my brothers to death (I love my brothers to death)
So, in a brawl
I would give up my last breath
I take that bullet like Jamal
For my, I take a fall
I bounce back up like a basketball in the basket
See, I was All-Pro, but with, I am All-Madden
Grow up in the dark, like Carlsbad Caverns
God strengthened me, like Tony Atlas
I've done traveled the Atlas
Proud of my blackness
Unlike Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson
They some fake activists
Boy, they never proactive
Only march after something happen
What's the point?
When my young brother already laying in a casket
Talking Black Lives Matter
But it's only after something tragic
Man, I'm about to blow a gasket
Man, I'm about to blow a gasket
Man, I'm about to blow a gasket (We all make decisions)
That compromise
Man
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows where we're going
Who knows where we're going
Who knows
Who knows
Who knows where we're going
Who knows where we're going
Guess, I'm a hypocrite for that
Guess, I'm a hypocrite for that
Guess, I'm a hypocrite for that
Guess, I'm a hypocrite for that
Man Listen
Written by: Jon Patric Bessellieu
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