[Intro] Its called truth [Verse One Kayncee] Got deep tunes being written, all out dedication Defeat you, leave you smitten, all wowed, in desolation I beat you teethless, hitting jaw pow, need medication And leave you screaming, bitchin more vowels than in education Sublime punchlines when I crunch rhymes Mind to bust mics, my life is just fine Write enough time, par shy tough guys Try to touch mine, oh my you must die Yo did you like that rhyme scheme? Im doing this, cause I find that writing Really helps me to stay alive and fighting Try challenge me but it wont fly so nicely So I stay rippin the sick bars, while I be spittin a bit fast You know these writtens I spit hard, Im not kidding I shit stars Cruising hitting some six cars, slam a chick with a big arse R.A. the shit that I will blast, still not finished I whiz past Yo, slow it down a bit, I need a pen Make my words count for shit till Im bleeding red I think I found my niche, HipHop feeds my head So this sound I spit till life says auf wiedersehen Theres a lot of things in life I find annoying to me Like Im told to not play with food but I wanna be toying with cheese How you wanna shoot me in the head for destroying emcees But you make it too simple like hittin a groin with my knee Gonna Set It Off, Express Myself and Know How Im Still 1 Let Good Music Bang, Lean Back, watch Kurtis Blow the Buzzer Dunk But I Play It Kool, waiting for the Shadows Of Tomorrow Gimme One Mic, HereNNow and Ill be the leader they will follow [Hook] Take a piece of America back You will only learn Its called truth [Verse Two Kayncee] The fifteen year olds where Rugged was on the second verse So you expecting legendary bars cause Rugged wrecked it first So I study the great goats yeah you can bet it works Paying attention to the lessons cause thats how the legends learnt From the Wu to the Ra, from the Kool to the Kane That is who that they are, bars smooth when they rain In the zoo, to the park they knew what to say But its shoes and the cars for those new to the game They aint fly or even fresh, when they rhyme and claim the best Before they shine with all the rest they need to try and take a breath Some are high above the mess, cause they climbed and passed the test But others, dunno why they think theyre blessed, theyll quit fore writing to the death Some people make me wanna grab my hulk suit and boombox And chase you around bumping gold tunes, showing you whos boss Like take Macklemore, Vinnie could roast you by noon, tops And then go and sell your clothes, shoes in to a thrift shop Im pissed off, at the state of HipHop Ask a kid to name a rapper, hell name the likes of Wayne or Rick Ross Quit, stop. Legendsll Never Die but watch the clock go tick tock In twenty years will we still see an album this hot? We might not know the definition of a rap flow So write, jot notes on how this and that goes Gotta fight, stop foes, dont let them attack home Go rock white hot shows so they can vibe in the back row But are humans failures, just a bunch of lying jerks? We strangers tell the truth just by rhyming words Ammo in the chamber just from writing verse Labelled as the danger, the one who knocks like Heisenberg Bitch! [Outro] Take a piece of America back You will only learn Its called truth Its called truth You will only learn Its called truth Its called truth
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