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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,357
Peak in subgenre #67
Author
Pedro el Poeta
Rights
2010
Uploaded
February 08, 2012
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.6 MB • 160 kbps • 3:59
Story behind the song
The Truth
Lyrics
I’m the truth
Paul Pierce gon’ be pimpin’ this.
I’m the truth
Brandon Vera’ll be bumpin this.
I’m the truth
More verses than Hallmark when I talk
I’m the truth
More hits than a ballpark when I spark
I’m the truth
Make you jump like a dog bark when it’s dark
I’m the truth, yeah,
I’m the truth, yeah.
I’m the truth
More verses than Hallmark when I talk
I’m the truth
More hits than a ballpark when I spark
I’m the truth
Make you jump like a dog bark when it’s dark
I’m the truth, yeah,
I’m the truth, yeah.
I’m a stand-up kinda man, yeah, don’t like lying.
Guillotine, quick to cut ahead, don’t like lines.
Don’t like waitin’ but I will serve you all day long
on metal plates, like you’re broken bones, in no way strong-
Your week, revolves around your work like I revolve around your hurt.
I’m a f*** ing live grenade and you’re a water revolver- squirt!?You’re a pussy man, and thus I hate your damn dander.
Hurt my ears with your Tyson flow, when I’m Evander.
Holly field what I play on like the Pope just landed.
Take your faith on island tours till your hope gets stranded.
No bread, water, or words, till you wilt like ferns
in the middle of long winters like I skipped springs turn.
Turned into summer careening without my blinkers on.
With global warming lyrics, better turn your sprinklers on.
Lawn on fire, I guess I really do smoke grass,
and if you don’t want me to answer back, then dude, don’t ask, ‘cause-
I’m the truth
More verses than Hallmark when I talk
I’m the truth
More hits than a ballpark when I spark
I’m the truth
Make you jump like a dog bark when it’s dark
I’m the truth, yeah,
I’m the truth, yeah.
I’m the truth
More verses than Hallmark when I talk
I’m the truth
More hits than a ballpark when I spark
I’m the truth
Make you jump like a dog bark when it’s dark
I’m the truth, yeah,
I’m the truth, yeah.
Give me some nice greens, a couple of nice beats
I’m a fix myself a lyrical salad, a light feast.
Workin’ on my figure till I got at least six of ‘em.
Makin’ men jealous of my commas, but chicks love ‘em-
Mixed grains, watch your head bob up and down while I get brains.
Hannibal Lecter with a mind that’s dirtier than sh** stains.
A lip parter, with a tongue quicker than jet planes,
and if you can’t handle my game, then b*** quit playin’.
I’m the truth, like conspiracies with Bush in the World trade.
Don’t leave me alone in you home I’m getting your girl layed-
Lou ou style, with a FUBAR smile, in her rubarb pie,
take a break and write these two bars high...
(smoke n cough)
Now that I’m lifted, twisted and gifted at being the most swiftest
sickest EmCee on the mic, on a stage, under lights, on a page-
or in a booth-
More verses than Hallmark when I talk
I’m the truth
More hits than a ballpark when I spark
I’m the truth
Make you jump like a dog bark when it’s dark
I’m the truth, yeah,
I’m the truth, yeah.
I’m the truth
More verses than Hallmark when I talk
I’m the truth
More hits than a ballpark when I spark
I’m the truth
Make you jump like a dog bark when it’s dark
I’m the truth, yeah,
I’m the truth, yeah.
Thinkin’ that I’m balsy, yet, not too bold.
Tryin’ to figure out if I’m too cold, or too hot to hold.
Well I’m both, I’m an oxymorron, also married.
Here’s my ring, try out-box me morron, oh so ready.
Ferme le bouche, shut your mouth and keep your mouthguard in it.
Box you broken-handed, blindfolded, south paw, win it.
Ask me how I did it, I’m the truth, incarnated.
Wilkes Booth in the booth, when I shoot, it’s R-Rated.
I’m the truth, like the fact that your daddy ain’t your daddy.
I’m the truth like, you will never ever own a Caddy.
The truth like that girl won’t ever have your babies.
The truth like she’s better off going home with my lady.
Shady situations tend to make me comfortable,
whether it all amounts to sh** , or it sums to bull.
Wait a minute, that’s the same sh** , rewind and scratch it-
Whether pea
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