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This is a (FREE DOWNLOAD) experimental track I threw together. I decided to lay some lyrics over a classical instrumental off the 'ROCKY BALBOA' soundtrack. It's originally titled 'Going The Distance'.
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My new album "METAMORPHIC" is out now on all major streaming platforms. Visit my official website www.jcthetruth.com for more details!
What's up, my name is JC and I've been writing and producing music since 2004 as an independent hip-hop artist. You can check out my entire library here on Soundclick (which includes mixtapes) or play my albums on major streaming platforms such as Spotify, Apple Music, iHeart Radio, Amazon, Napster and Soundcloud.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Spoken Word
Charts
Peak #82
Peak in subgenre #2
Author
Lyrics by: Jeff Clark aka JC - The Truth
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Instrumental by Bill Conti from the ROCKY
Uploaded
January 07, 2007
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MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 2:39
Story behind the song
Wanted to show my flexability and lyrical skill over classical music.
Lyrics
�I WRITE FOR�� by: JC � THE TRUTH I took one step To the threshold, And you know Got people tryin� to dim me like a light bulb. But I keep my back posted On the light pole So my rhymes keep shinning After nightfall. I�m just like ya�ll Flesh and veins But in my chest My heart�s steady chugging like a freight train. Steam shooting out my ears From my brain Maintaining my wind Like it�s a relay Beats bowing to my feet Like I�m a sensei Born to die And lived quarter of a century. Had friends And even more enemies. Presently a renegade Eventually a remedy. Bunch of dusty cuts Looping on the tuner Plug me in I�m gonna clean em� like a Hoover. The name�s Jeff And it�s time to C - the truth So lean into the speaker While I emphasize my view. It�s been to long And the influence is gone Most songs been blueprinted To justify the wrong. It�s about that time To repolish the armor Of hip hop Destroyed after Biggie and 2Pac Got my helmet, Roman like Got my shield , thick silver Long blade out the cunt Jackin Sons like thriller Trample hate, horse back Gotta take rap back To block party�s and porches Where the music�s important Gonna spread my pain I don�t care about fame I�m smashing through the cell No dough for bail. I don�t care if I derail Cause we all fail So the day I fall I�ll let my legacy hail. I write for sisters, daughters Hustlers, ballers Sons, fathers Teachers, doctors Kids, elders Plumbers, welders Hookers, nuns Cops, and the thugs I write for Soldiers, grunts Civilians, bums Handicapped, healthy Educated, dumb Anyone and everyone That lives from their heart Cause I�m just a human being Trying to do my part. I write for whites, blacks Ricans, Mexicans Indians, Asians Even Scandanavians Irish, English Russian, Egypt Iran, Iraq North and South Korea France, Greenland Romania, Jamaica Australia, you can even add Canada Philippines, Japanese Cuba, Spain Bolivia, Columbia Feel my pain And I�m gripping the grain Gonna blow me a glass Sip from something I made. Sip on something I crave I�m human Novocain Watch me write off my pain. END
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