The Truth
 

[Verse 1]

Ayo

My trademark's amazing, Flava is Blazing
Crushing all of ur skills into garbage and shaping it
Into some kind of art, that'll make a statement
And hit so hard to the head like I cracked some pavement

Who needs skills, this cat is blessed with talent
That'll uplift ya spirits, now watch me drown it as
I push my way to the mic, this clown's involved in
A game of rap, blended in like an acidic solvent

To dissolve the cover, reveal my truest nature
As one of the street's sickest units, a lyrical agent
Sent to recover all the pieces hip-hop has lost when
Garbage emcees are starting the rap Holocaust and

Costing, causing, all this, bleak misfortune
Man it's funny, now we're gonna start resorting
To forming plans, in which we preserve this art form
For people who want respect in this world they loft in

Not so often, I feel like schooling the masses
Shit, you need some learning, I'll start some classes
To get my point across, when did we forget that hip-hop
Was something to be amazed at, not to be mocked at

Flava's a master of all kinds of verbal expressions...
An entity in the sense that, no-one could question
What I am, cuz I'm simply the example of techniques,
Derived from the dialect percieved as poor speech...* :gfy:


[Chorus]

I broke the leesh, the hold, the invisible force, meant
To block out the strong ones, the soldiers at birth
I took one look at the earth, and then I started plotting
A revolution of grand scale...the one resulting in :shoot:

The banishment and torture of those incapable
Of coping with fact that hip-hop's a staple
Of this planet now, everything's been influenced...
From the media to politics, everyone's convinced.... :thumbup:


[Verse 2]

How long did it take for 2-Pac to rise to
The top of hip-hop, and become it's pride too
It's honor, and it's legend, it's...hardcore poet
Where is all that now? Don't deny it...we know

It's all about the Bling-Bling, or the golden chalice
The spinning necklace, or the mansion palace
The kind of car you got, is it the "Monday Maybach"?
Is Hip-Hop a business? Be rich or you ain't hot?

You think when you make a record, life is easy?
Create a dope beat, fuck the verse? Believe me
Ya don't got the words, put the mic down, cheesy
Your dreams are going nowhere, shit, believe me

Poof..... I spit rhymes to leak out the truth
To leave ya ass soaked like a car with no roof
Put your hands down, ya'll people out of reach...
I drew up the lesson, so let me play the teach'... :nono:


[Chorus]

* "Dialect percieved as poor speech..." meaning "Slang"