Lyrics
[Chorus] x2
It Aint Nothin' to speak the truth,
til you dig too deep and you reach the root,
then the heat is on and they get out the kitchen,
all you dissin' need to quit all the bitchin'!
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[Verse]
This... is not the 'Birth of a Nation',
no burnin' crosses or white hoods over faces,
I do not support it, I'm not a sports bra,
still tippin', no Will Simmons, of course not,
sittin' on the porch hot it's the fire inside of me,
wet that torch off the crooked, evil line of 'priests',
make a sign of peace, never fight, never will,
but still your slogan is: Bigger Gun, Better Kill,
tank's low but I'll keep it runnin' til the tap is out,
be you and don't become what you rap about,
some you deserve half a mouth, talkin' too slick,
or stupid, til you throwin' bows like your cupid,
and Rodney King must have a bulletproof life,
he already been beat to shit now he got shot twice,
what if Popeye had no spinach, ya hero with no fight
and Superman overdosed sniffin' kryptonite
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[Chorus] x2
It Aint Nothin' to speak the truth,
til you dig too deep and you reach the root,
then the heat is on and they get out the kitchen,
all you dissin' need to quit all the bitchin'!
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[Verse 2]
People in Africa are either starvin' or got aids,
but don't got aid, smell me? If not, here's my snot rag,
some set the table with a white sheet lyin' down,
covered with blood and cut holes for the eyes and mouth,
they movin' suspicious still the Sherriff is watchin' ya,
the same hate turns good to evil like the Swastika,
and kids think it's funny to paint it on school property,
til they caught and offer an apology but not properly,
then its swept under the blood rug til its dug up,
you fucked up like you lyin' down and have to hump up,
like Camels, my verbal ammo never runs out,
it shoots out, my mouth, 'til the air in my lungs out,
can't bite my tongue, ouch, plus this isn't Run's House,
but I do pray for a rainy day to escape from drought,
you dumb down while I'm-a charge til I'm acquited
I worked too hard for your bitches, you adjust, I'm a fitted
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[Chorus] x2
It Aint Nothin' to speak the truth,
til you dig too deep and you reach the root,
then the heat is on and they get out the kitchen,
all you dissin' need to quit all the bitchin'!
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[Verse 3]
ya'll lighting cigarettes off the devil's hand,
Mr. Congressman how you take a level stand,
when your heads all jammed, crammed with your revel plans,
as you put on a blue colar hoppin' out a federal van,
you suppose to be one of us but spoke to groups,
tellin' us to vote for you and still support the troops,
throw the blue collar in the trash and walks away,
doesn't believe the Bible, liable if caught on tape,
could ruin his campaign same with the abortion,
so he talks to the Mormans, it's just plain extortion,
sayin' intercourse is a sin if done before ya wed,
when these Priest's found with your son up in the bed,
but it's "don't mention that shit, pay attention half-witt,
be silent don't hit the Net like a tennis racket,"
and spread it like HIV like gays take from dudes,
so they get married, what, you want em to wait for you?
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[Chorus] x2
It Aint Nothin' to speak the truth,
til you dig too deep and you reach the root,
then the heat is on and they get out the kitchen,
all you dissin' need to quit all the bitchin'!
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