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
niggas who wear gold and jewels Diamond rings, strapped with tools I take no shorts, 'cause I been in it for the long one, the strong one Gotta tell the truth
we light it This shit is exactly what the fuck I'm talking about When we riot You dealing with a few true villains Whose staying inside of the booth, truth spilling
, yo it's deep, but the karma can't be beat You don't know your enemy, so you fightin with yourself Relate to rap niggaz cause they writin what you felt
ain't no love and no respect, it's like a gang it's like a club or a set Hip-Hop's the new WWF What do you rap or do you wrestle? Niggaz love to forget
love and no respect, it?s like a gang, it?s like a club or a set Hip hop?s the new WWF What do you rap or do you wrestle? Niggas love to forget We got
not for rap Just for just for hip hop and not for rap Just for just for hip hop and not for rap Just for just for hip hop and not for rap
rap* *Just for just for hip hop and not for rap* *Just for just for hip hop and not for rap* *Just for just for hip hop and not for rap*
Now some of these players play mister big salami But truth be told, they're fold like origami And cease to make moves, 'cause they get stuck in the tarpit When they try to spill
of these players play mister big salami But truth be told, they're fold like origami And cease to make moves cause they get stuck in the tarpit When they try to spill
Crib" Man, fuck them other kids, that's how I feel I thought I said it all in, "He's Not Real" But you beggin' me to kill, must want ya brain spilled
you're scared to go to war Timid and frail why faith got ya geese Ya stolen the truth and that all your beliefs Are you aware son It's nowhere to hide
don't bleed y'all We put stitches in yo' motherfuckin' dome like a league brawl Come and roll with us Take a journey to the realm of the truth when I
can say what you want but cha know the truth, X is a beast in the streets and the booth. [Chrous] [Busta Rhymes - Verse 2] See all of them rinky dink Mr softy rap
for rap yo* *Represent for hip hop and not for rap yo* *Represent for hip hop and not for rap yo* *Represent for hip hop and not for rap yo*
mornin' I'll be fuckin' em all fuckin' em all fuck fuckin' em all cause by one in the mornin' I'll be fuckin' em all caviar; hey mama lemme rap at ya
, I'm yo partner, listen, you don't know me Don't be a groupie keep it movin', nigga, you don't know me Hey, I ain't trippin' but the truth is really
You should just call out names The industry's all about game I shit on 'em all the same And I leave spit stains on their brain Like liquid chocolate spilling