| It’s the most marvelous
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| Haha, so consistent, so Denevere
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| This here is classical
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| I’m a genius!
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| Allow me…
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| Scrilla rap spitter, silverback gorilla, mass killer
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| Heavy hoodie cow, hide, half chinchilla
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| Watch for scrilla’s cuz they hastle the dealers, for reala
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| Y’all little niggaz, me I lex and grilla, I’m chilla
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| Pillows of purple had to seal up my circle
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| It’s serious, when your seralbello senses alert you
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| Pollack church shoes parolee homie’s home on curfew
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| Who’s commercial, I verbalize universal
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| Uniqueness, I’m nonchalant nigga no secrets
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| What ambiance never show weakness, control leakege
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| Live niggaz know I speak it
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| Verbalize outta eye, cuz we cohesive
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| Flow’s freakish
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| Dough is just honor the pieces to the puzzle
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| Like the streets always been to the struggle
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| I am the truth, truth
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| On a whole nother level
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| From the stone to the bezel
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| To the chrome on the metal
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| I zone for the ghetto’s (Huh! Huh!)
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| I am the truth, truth
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| Every coast gotta know
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| I’m the most with the flow
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| No joke I’m a pro
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| I’m like the pope on the low
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| Soul music so intense so live
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| It’s, no excuses y’all been so deprived
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| This is so exclusive and I’m so obliged
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| Certified superhero with no disguise
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| Force the vibe for the niggaz got tossed aside
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| and the misfortuned that lost they lives
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| I survive, I weave from side to side
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| No when to slide, stay hush, use my eyes to guide
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| I’m straight up
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| Too tough try hide my pride
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| Grew up amongst sky high homocide
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| Who am I besides homie that exposed to phoneys
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| The one and only still intact without the matrimony
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| Still on track I cock back and, black like Toby
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| Y’all bastards know me, no wolfpack attack for doly
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| I am the truth, truth
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| On a whole nother level
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| From the stone to the bezel
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| To the chrome on the metal
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| I zone for the ghetto’s (Huh! Huh!)
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| I am the truth, truth
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| Every coast gotta know
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| I’m the most with the flow
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| No joke I’m a pro
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| I’m like the pope on the low
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| Certified murder ties
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| Been in beef, burglarise
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| Been a beast, purchased pies
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| Hell heat, perfect size
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| Felt defeat, felt the rise
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| Seldom sleep, dealt with lies
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| Been Tel-Aviv through certain rides
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| Smelt police, I works with high
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| Hood legend, household name
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| Presence is felt, real niggaz vouch for my pain
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| Ahead of myself, what else is there about this game
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| The letters is spelt, so know when he drouch the same
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| Measure my wealth with realness, I know what’s good
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| No mills missed, keep one foot in the hood
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| I still spit like a lot of niggaz wish they would
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| Can sell shit till I’m stiffed and shipped in wood
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| Misunderstood, mama’s only son she’s stressed to get it done
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| She knows I’m the last one left
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| I am the truth, truth
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| On a whole nother level
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| From the stone to the bezel
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| To the chrome on the metal
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| I zone for the ghetto’s (Huh! Huh!)
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| I am the truth, truth
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| Every coast gotta know
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| I’m the most with the flow
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| No joke I’m a pro
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| I’m like the pope on the low |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Am The Truth , by - AZ. Song from the album The Format, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп