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Truth Rap Lyrics

from Untold Story Volume II

"Truth Rap" is track #12 on the album Untold Story Volume II. It was written by Jayceon Taylor;joseph Marcelle Tom.
"Truth Rap" is track #12 on the album Untold Story Volume II. It was written by Jayceon Taylor;joseph Marcelle Tom.

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Yeah, big spit, it's that Bay Area game, Sean T beats
We feedin' the underground with this Yay Area tycoon shit
For my nigga JT Fig', y'all know where it come from
Never forget it, that Bay Area shit mayne
Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, Game, spit that shit

Hey yo, the kid still at it, woke up from that coma
Seen hell came back and here comes my first classic
Still chop it up at the table, still put dope in the bag
And still got dope, under the mattress

It was hustle before rappin', nuttin' before that and
12 years old, a lost soul, bumpin', "Illmatic"
Gunshots tried and almost took the young kid's live
Can't do it, I been through it the young kid survived

Got the ghetto on my shoulder homey, it's gon' be a long ride
Bear with me, I'ma take you there with me
Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no more stormy weather
Streets is mine, we gon' live forever

Get it together 'Pac is watchin', Big is listenin'
Eazy is talkin' to us, Big Pun is witnessin'
While they souls still glistenin' in ghettos from Compton to Brooklyn
The shells cry, every hood's anthem

Where everybody goes to church and prayers are never answered
And they throwin' us curve balls but we Hank Aarons
A picture with no canvas, streets are so skanless
Young'uns jump rope, play ball with fiends and dope handlers

Teenage mothers, deadbeat fathers, no families
Lost and often runaway or live with grandparents
Life stories with no authors, see it through, [Incomprehensible]
Robinson's cubicles, when time life is so beautiful

Walk with me, we can make it if we try, lost soldiers sometimes
We gotta die but it's okay to cry
Mothers strugglin' tryin' to survive, reach out grab my hand
I gotcha, won't let you go for nuttin', I promise

Praises due to Elijah Muhammad, peace be unto Farad Muhammad
Words of Minister Farrakhan
Been true, be loyal, know your roots, water your soil
Stop fightin amongst ourself from birth, we royal

Who's king we fightin' over a crown, while lifeguards
Watch the hopes and dreams of kids and young teens drown
More infants bein' born with AIDS, more parents mournin' graves
The plot thickens, somebody show us the way

Tears crackin' the pavement, streets breakin' up
The thrill is gone and it's a long walk home
So we might as well start runnin', if it's there gotta take it
'Member Jada said, "We gon' make it"

And it shouldn't take 9/11 to bring our minds together
Shit rough, we'll grind together
Light a candle we can shine forever or I can pass
So I won't miss Aaliyah's concert in Heaven

Live life while we listen to my old heads
So I glow like the memory of Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopez
Through a six-seven Brougham, ride with me through the hood mayne
Where street lights flicker and Chuck Taylors hang

And nobody know they neighbor's name 'less they sell weed or cocaine
A lot of black clouds on a block but no rain
And Game got a lot to say, so they wanna take me down
In my own front yard like Marvin Gaye

Can't do it by myself, people need help
Keep on tryin' to live healthy 'til the end of my days
And when I die won't lead my daughter astray, lookin' from Heaven
Watch my people drive my coffin through the Compton parade

I'm in the city where it's strange where killers follow direction
And trail witness protection to get a shot at they brain
Where the babies carry semis and swallow pills for power
Count paper for polly'n, penny-pinch for hours

Take sacks from cowards when the streets is watchin'
Tuck guns in trunks 'cause real G's is boxin'
Ain't no other options if you stand on your own two
And if you came to battle, you can stand in the phone booth

'Cause we don't wear capes in this part of the land
'Cause every youngster from my block has been a part of the plan
I've been trainin' since eighty-seven and famous since eighty-nine
Teaching came from the Nation, my spirit is from divine

When I, pass the word through these raps on beats
It's fo' sho' that the Lord gon' make the whole track speak
To the streets, when I pass these beats
It's fo' sho' that the Lord gon' make the whole track speak
To the streets

Y'knahmtalkinbout people?
Make the track speak, "Truth Rap," get it right
"Truth Rap", mayne, for the people
Get it right, "Truth Rap"

Songwriters
Jayceon Taylor;Joseph Marcelle Tom

Published by
SONGS OF KOCH

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