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A mix of my vocals over a Kanye West beat that featured Camron. It's about people counting me DOWN AND OUT because I'm not an ice rapper, like 90% of rap artists on the tuner right now. I'm not switchin' my style up for anyone. Period.
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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 #132
Peak in subgenre #19
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Written By: Jeff Clark aka JC - The Truth
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Lyrics By: Jeff Clark aka JC - The Truth
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March 04, 2007
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:18
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“DOWN AND OUT” By: JC – THE TRUTH VERSE 1: How many times Do I have to say That this hip-hop game Keeps on fading away? You got Cats rapping bout bling and bitches And you got Cats rapping bout pistols and pimpin And I just Keep on spitting bout my wishes and wants Because, all that really matters Is respect and love. I can spit the realest rhyme In poetical form And gain a mediocre fan base That gives me support. But if I Start rappin’ bout’ sluts and clips That I don’t really cock Make it sound legit Maybe then I’ll blow up Maybe then I’ll roll up In an orange Ferrari car Like I’m livin’ it large. And lie and snitch and whine Living filthy and rich And have sex with 60 girls Tag myself as a pimp. Then I’ll be able to rap About whores and tricks And tag chicks with no respect For themselves my bitch. Then blame it on society Blame it on people who lied to me Go on Oprah Spill my philosophy. Can’t though I’m more like a modern day Van Gogh So, I’ll paint a picture for you Leave my gallery gates low. I’m giving you a glimpse Of a poet at work Just, an educated street kid Exposing a curse I’m the next best thing After paper and plastic And I’m disinfecting speakers Like my name was Fantastic. HOOK: (DOWN & OUT) They think I’m down and out Counting the stars But when it’s over, said, and done I bet I’m leaving my mark They think I’m…. (DOWN & OUT) They think I’m down and out Counting the stars But when it’s over, said, and done I bet I’m leaving my mark VERSE 2: I saw my life flash before my eyes More than once So I know archangels Got my back like grunts I don’t need no one to back me up How can I tell? I’ve been solo since Pop left me By myself. And I’m making things happen With my brain, True gift No gimmicks or tricks EVER run up off these lips. Just poetic gift giving Like my name’s Saint Nick Vision to melt a mic quick With my poisonous spit. Flip the script quick I’m leaving blocks hungry for success Cause I’ve passed every test And now I’m giving you my best. I don’t need to make it big I’m just opening your eyes And If I save one life With my rhymes… then fine. If I give one kid A specific goal to reach And they get up off the streets Then I’ve lived my dream. But I swear to God, I’ll never stop Trying to make the bucks Cause I’m gonna see my friends and family Living it up. HOOK: REPEAT VERSE 3: Keep the sample looping Like a skipping vinyl While I spread the new views Like a rap disciple This is JC – The Truth Ya’ll remember the name The entire Northeast’s Fresh breath of faith. Using truth for bait It’s better now and late Rather than never leaving you With my gift to create… And appreciate… A brain built of paper mache’ Carefully putting every piece Each particular place. And a sharpie for a finger Just to jot my notes Cause I spit this antidote out From heart through throat. Past tounge, and off lip Truth directly on shit Bring a clothespin… The burn can, affect how you sniff. Cause it stinks, The smells rank, laced pranks Major record labels play Just to get their cake You may think I’m down and out But if you see my eyes I will never need to tell you Why I write my rhymes.
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