| Ayo, I seen it all
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| From what the truth should be, to what the truth is
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| As we evolve from what we used to be onto some new shit
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| Rewrite the blueprint, with true grit
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| Students of moving bricks and full clips
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| Or otherwise we just threw fists
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| Been breaking bad, ever since before I became a dad, or made in in rap
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| In truth, I still cater to that
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| Root for the villain getting paid in full
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| Spraying the gat on the roof of my building
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| Getting brain, taking it back
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| I was that projects professor
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| A white kid digesting Five Percenter lessons
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| I copped from the brother selling incense
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| Extensively, studied Rakim and all the emcees
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| Eventually discovered I spit rather intensely
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| Now here I am, speaking to everybody that be listening
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| The hardcore hiphop with heart, like nitroglycerin
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| The type of rap you feel in your cardiac
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| That grimy, illmatical boom bap — mathematical goon rap
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| Check one-two, one-two
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| Ayo, I rise and laugh at the lies, analyzing the science of things
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| In the land of the blind, the man with one eye is the king
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| The path of the divine crash into gunfire and brimstone
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| Adapt to survive — the spilled blood dries when the wind blows
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| Look to the past, see your future staring back at you
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| Holdin' a gat, holdin' you back
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| And bearing ample fruit and opportunity
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| Get in where the fuck you fit in with unity
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| We stand tall — what the fuck could you do to the assault literary?
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| Slaughtercult military — Necronomicon Don
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| Occult visionary
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| Conspiracy host behold secret mystery scrolls
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| Seen black satanic lesbian titties explode
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| Fuck livin' on your knees, I’d rather die on my feet
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| Rise in the street, fistfights with riot police
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| These lines I wrote potent like lines of coke
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| A kaleidoscope of the violent prone
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| That’s just me on the beat by Pete Rock n roll
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| The excellence and inspiration of truth, is the pursuit
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| It’s like an exercise for the mind
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| Like a nine when it shoots
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| Testify with lies implied beside a mountain of proof
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| Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, many have died for the fruit
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| Organic and natural, harvested from off the vine
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| Of verified indisputable factual and actual
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| The only sure thing in life is death, shooters and bricks
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| Coca pure, sniff white, respect Lucifer’s gift
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| Death is only the beginning, heads exploding and spinning
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| Like The Exorcist possession
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| Unholy and grinning
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| Tell 'em Welcome to hell, enter the ceremony of winning
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| Where I’m from sharks fly and the vultures are swimming
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| The truth is gang raped while the world watches it horrorified
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| Compulsively taped with flip cams then watch it tomorrow high
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| Shoot it like Columbine
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| Edit it and upload, then YouTube it online for derelicts and cutthroats |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Truth, artist - Ill Bill. Album song The Grimy Awards, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп