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The Truth
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[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...* [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 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.... [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'... [Chorus] * "Dialect percieved as poor speech..." meaning "Slang"
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From beginning till the end/ Rap till I die and come back once again.../ - by me Flava Whoo, that's a mouthfull, you love the infiltration// The way I "Play" mind "games", it's like ya brain left the train "Station"// - by Poetic Prophet a.k.a. Flava Excuses, excuse this, while I abuse this, leave you toothless, and boot this, I'm Fucking Ruthless! - by Psi-Co a.k.a. Poetic Prophet a.k.a Flava a.k.a. Me |
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