The Truth
Too many folks praying for notes and reserves
Craving private boats at the expense of health and nerves
Family's health is fine, be happy
Kids in assembly lines, be happy
You blessed, don't be chasing the rest
Half the folks out there struggle for the basic
Cubans you smoking ain't gonna make jack
So understand your private jet ain't gonna uplift your fellow man
Suedes on your feet ain’t gonna give them a leg to stand
I'm here to spit the truth you see
This the Bible, Quran, Bhagwad Gita, get on your knees
Thank God for what you got, instead of asking for another shot
Like a Shredder, you will be great
Think twice ‘bout what I said before you hate
Only you got the potential and power to make a change
Stop hiding, biding, riding, go out there and live
Tumi and the Volume, real hip hop we shall give
CHORUS:
Love for people
Love for the game
Love for life
‘Cause we all the same
‘Cause we all the same
We all the same
You stereotypical individuals
don't see the lyrical miracles hidden below the surface
We trying, but no one buying, one shot needed – no Curtis
Real rap slapped on a true beat
Cash, girls, women, nah, we from the streets
Bank balance zeros after the comma
Lyrically we still hotter than Durban in summer
So screw the radio, screw MTV
you want hip hop, underground where we be
Epitome of monstrous catastrophe
You'll find rap where my heart be
People on the mic, they ain't speakin’ the truth
Worried ‘bout being liked and fancy hooks
Millions in their accounts whilst their people starving
poverty amounts and we just laughing
You are the revolution
CHORUS
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