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Date of issue: 15.12.2014
Song language: English
Truly Yours |
No excuse I will destroy! |
Am I tired? |
No, I’m not, enjoy |
Evidence that I’ve been legit |
Of what’s kept in dark cracks and crevices within |
And I mean this, truly yours |
What is it that I’ve become? |
Dwindling to nothing again, to then |
Filling up the ink pen with everything |
No excuse I will destroy! |
Am I tired? |
No, I’m not, enjoy |
Evidence that I’ve been legit |
Of what’s kept in dark cracks and crevices within |
And I mean this, truly yours |
What is it that I’ve become? |
Dwindling to nothing again, to then |
Filling up the ink pen with everything |
No excuse I will destroy! |
Am I tired? |
No, I’m not, enjoy |
Evidence that I’ve been legit |
Of what’s kept in dark cracks and crevices within |
And I mean this, truly yours |
What is it that I’ve become? |
Dwindling to nothing again, to then |
Filling up the ink pen with everything |
You ready for any of the many bizarre facts? |
A bit of the rhythm and you’re feeling the contact |
I’ve done what I’ve had to do to improve |
And you can tell me what you think about that! |
Where you all at? |
I gotta whole new thing to bring the funk; |
Put another with me in the ring and they leave a chump |
Nothing better than when neck’s down and up |
Haven’t I made this crystal clear enough? |
Hustle hard and I’m quiet on the move |
In a room full of heads with their many points of view |
And I’m sure to be another one that people don’t approve of; |
I remind you every time I rhyme, you suck |
Highly contagious, underrated, make way for the mind of rhymes creative! |
When every line’s like burning rubber on the pavement |
What can I say? |
I’m nothing to play with! |
This is what I wrote for your dome to explode; |
Fitted ball cap and a dope rap song |
In the zone with the chrome microphone |
Is a lab rat with his backpack always on |
No excuse I will destroy! |
Am I tired? |
No, I’m not, enjoy |
Evidence that I’ve been legit |
Of what’s kept in dark cracks and crevices within |
And I mean this, truly yours |
What is it that I’ve become? |
Dwindling to nothing again, to then |
Filling up the ink pen with everything |
No excuse I will destroy! |
Am I tired? |
No, I’m not, enjoy |
Evidence that I’ve been legit |
Of what’s kept in dark cracks and crevices within |
And I mean this, truly yours |
What is it that I’ve become? |
Dwindling to nothing again, to then |
Filling up the ink pen with everything |
We are undercover |
You and all the others |
Satisfying lovers, you and me, my brother |
You can count on this! |
Here’s a dedication of what’s truly yours. |
We are undercover |
You and all the others |
Satisfying lovers, you and me, my brother |
You can count on this! |
Here’s a dedication of what’s truly yours. |
Add a little bit of me, mix it with the drums; |
The economy of emcees take another plunge |
My name will invade your brain in great thought |
I’ll raise the stakes high as maids in New York |
Open your mouth, then I hold it there |
Like windmills spinning vivid in the open air |
It just goes to show what you know, for real! |
My flow’s not even anywhere close to here |
Amazed by the changes I’ve to had to make |
To fascinate people like they’re half awake |
If that’s case, still I got a lot to say |
And my critical thoughts get tossed away |
As I blaze who lost faith in us |
To maintain enough to grow strength |
From things that done changed |
I’m making music or a brand new life |
Has my hand on your throat with a Rambo knife |
Either take it to 'em or you wonder what it’s like |
How to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight |
No one can tell me what I’m doing isn’t nice |
And I’m feeling more than ever with a clear insight |
A brand new school of rock has been made |
Rush the stage, it’s Frame and Rex Rey |
A brand new school of rock has been made |
Rush the stage, it’s Frame and Rex Rey |
No excuse I will destroy! |
Am I tired? |
No, I’m not, enjoy |
Evidence that I’ve been legit |
Of what’s kept in dark cracks and crevices within |
And I mean this, truly yours |
What is it that I’ve become? |
Dwindling to nothing again, to then |
Filling up the ink pen with everything |
truly yours |
truly yours |
truly yours |
(If I was going to make a list of musicians that have been important to me, |
it would be a mile long, just look at my record collection for God’s sake!) |