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Collaboration with Counting Clouds out in Germany. You know how I do it, always big, always hot... you can check out Counting Clouds here: http://www.soundclick.com/countingclouds
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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.
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Hip-Hop • New School
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Peak #70
Peak in subgenre #11
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Lyrics by: Jeff Clark aka JC - The Truth
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Beat by: Counting Clouds/ Written by: JC The Truth
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February 11, 2007
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:07
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PUT YOUR HANDS UP By: JC – The Truth Beat By: Counting Clouds HOOK: I can see it in you And you can see it in me Ain’t nothing holding you back You don’t even have to speak. Just put your hands up Put your hands up Put your hands up Put your hands up Put your hands up VERSE 1: It’s JC You know me I spit the truth And I keep bringing heat I spit the heat And I keep bringing truth Pack rhymes like tourists Times Square, Forty Duce. Celebrate life Celebrate the hype Of hip-hop Cause the show won’t stop. I’ll be damned If you ‘DAM’ me man My river of rhymes trample Like a stampede man. All the ladies Take it low to the floor Bring it back up now Show me what you know. Dude’s two-tep… Like Bernie Mac Cause we’re gonna take it back Like it’s “Head Of The Class” And I’ma Keep on reaching to the roof I’ma Let you think while I stutta’ Du, du, du, du, du, du Don’t be a sucka’ Like LL said before Word to ya’ motha’ Ice rap, Pimp talk Reasons undercover Rip the cape off the killer Blow ya’ll cover. Like Leonardo DiCaprio In Scorsese’s Departed I can flip the script And make a hit I’m something like a martyr Sky’s the limit Anything you want up in it’s Obtainable Goal make able So take able, Faceable And my flow’s Zoo York Unbreakable. HOOK: VERSE 2: Put your hands up Move them feet Get loud with it now Don’t be discrete Stomp ya Swiss Make em’ hear it in the street Dress shoes, work boots Fresh new sneaks. Cletes… flip-flops Don’t stop Reach… those fingas To the roof top. Night… Morning, noon I’m gonna make you Move them shoes I’m gonna make you see my views Microscope my lyrics Watch em’ morph Metaphores. Teleport through air-waves Like Star Trek Beam me up Scottie Bring me back with a hand clap. Dissect that right there With a Webster, Merriam So intellect serious. And… You can’t stop me Yes I’m con-fi-dent But not cocky. No, I don’t have time For you, probably Got one thing in mind And that’s copy My formula To your notes Bite my style Like a Pincher on a bone. All the fake chicks Keep ya’ ass home HOOK VERSE 3: Thug wanna-bees Stop trying act hard Grilling dudes chillin’ With their ladies at the bar Get your ass a drink Then step to the dance floor Party to the club shuts down Or your toes sore. Everybody’s trying to act hard Be a gangsta Cut the bullshit Quit with the fakeness. We’re all the same here When it comes to race Broke or straight rich A thing we need to face. A thing we need to face. HOOK: REPEAT END
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