"Truth Rap" lyrics
Yeah, big spit, it's that Bay Area game, Sean T beats
We feeding 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'knahm talking 'bout? 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 rapping, nothing before that and
12 years old, a lost soul, bumping "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 homie, it's gon' be a long ride
Bear with me, I'mma 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 watching, Big is listening
Eazy is talking to us, Big Pun is witnessing
While their souls still glistening 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're 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, [?] 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 struggling trying to survive, reach out grab my hand
I got you. Won't let you go for nothing, 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 fighting amongst our self from birth we royal
Who's king we fighting over a crown, while lifeguards
Watch the hopes and dreams of kids and young teens drown
More infants being born with AIDS, more parents mourning graves
The plot thickens, somebody show us the way
Tears cracking the pavement, streets breaking up
The thrill is gone and it's a long walk home
So we might as well start running, 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 their 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 trying to live healthy 'til the end of my days
And when I die, won't lead my daughter astray, looking 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 their 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 watching
Tuck guns in trunks 'cause real Gs is boxing
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 training 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 for sure that the Lord gon' make the whole track speak
To the streets, when I pass these beats
It's for sure that the Lord gon' make the whole track speak
To the streets, y'knahm talking 'bout people?
Make the track speak, "Truth Rap," get it right
"Truth Rap" mayne, for the people, get it right, "Truth Rap"
We feeding 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'knahm talking 'bout? 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 rapping, nothing before that and
12 years old, a lost soul, bumping "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 homie, it's gon' be a long ride
Bear with me, I'mma 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 watching, Big is listening
Eazy is talking to us, Big Pun is witnessing
While their souls still glistening 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're 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, [?] 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 struggling trying to survive, reach out grab my hand
I got you. Won't let you go for nothing, 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 fighting amongst our self from birth we royal
Who's king we fighting over a crown, while lifeguards
Watch the hopes and dreams of kids and young teens drown
More infants being born with AIDS, more parents mourning graves
The plot thickens, somebody show us the way
Tears cracking the pavement, streets breaking up
The thrill is gone and it's a long walk home
So we might as well start running, 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 their 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 trying to live healthy 'til the end of my days
And when I die, won't lead my daughter astray, looking 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 their 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 watching
Tuck guns in trunks 'cause real Gs is boxing
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 training 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 for sure that the Lord gon' make the whole track speak
To the streets, when I pass these beats
It's for sure that the Lord gon' make the whole track speak
To the streets, y'knahm talking 'bout people?
Make the track speak, "Truth Rap," get it right
"Truth Rap" mayne, for the people, get it right, "Truth Rap"
Writer(s): Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
