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3rd Eye A-Capella
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Acapella for an upcoming song called '3RD EYE' set to be on a mixtape in the U.K. called... X-Ray: The Mixtape Volume 1.
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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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Genre
Hip-Hop • Spoken Word
Charts
Peak #292
Peak in subgenre #3
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By: Jeff Clark aka JC - The Truth
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By: Jeff Clark aka JC - The Truth
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March 27, 2007
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:35
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THIRD EYE - BY: JC – THE TRUTH BEAT BY: X-RAY VERSE 1: Ya’ll pissin me off Let me spit some ripe pesticide To protect the one’s who taste the fake Of your septic rhymes I identify the garbage And dissect through my flesh Through the metaphors and elements Examining text. Only few can really stand out As the best of the best On my last breath I’ll dedicate a rhyme to my death. Some write to impress Me? Man I write to progress I lose my right, you best believe I’ll write with my left. My voice box is laced With infection embraced My poetic intellect portrays The rel-a-tive place When the two are put together They give birth to this force Jedi like, Influential No regrets, no remorse. Ya’ll scrapping for tracks, to me… This is nothing but practice Witness tragic magic Getting cradled by talented passion. I don’t get distracted - Tactics like a New York Jew Stack dough and hustle attitude It’s JC – The Truth. HOOK: They say an artist has a third eye And sees in perspective Magnification of a detective In search of a message. X-ray vision and gifted Creating richness that thickens Over years a molded solid Used to better one’s knowledge They say an artist has a third eye And chooses to use it Good, evil, or neutrally For a truthful improvement. I use my third eye to focus On specific emotions Giving hope, To those with no way to grip a devotion. VERSE 2: Inspired by legends Some alive, some are in heaven Some in hell, and well, I guess some are presently benchin’. But accepted, elected Ready to deliver reflection Till’ then, I’m gonna’ eat a page a day for my breakfast. I gotta’ cough (SFX) And clear my throat And approach the rap game With an oar and a boat. Cause the shit is waist deep Zombies walking the streets Competition to eat Opportunities for some peace. These rappers asleep Locked up, and don’t have a key. Suffocated by the thick mist And can’t even breath. Hard headed Too invested in the physical view You can lead a horse to hay But you can’t make it chew. You can give a man a gun But you can’t make him shoot You can give a kid a vision But you can’t make em’ choose. Rappers following other rappers And I’m making moves I spit the truth, real talk What else can I do? HOOK VERSE 3: Charles Dickens once said… There’s wisdom of the head, and the heart And I got both It’s what sets me apart. In the dark I got my third eye, wide lens, night vision Sniper instincts With supernatural like distance. I’m gifted Two faces trying to sip from my spickett I keep their mouths dry Tongue chapped, lips cracked Bitch smack, Step back Breath bad, pop of fuckin tic-tac Not talking bout’ the smell But what’s under the shell. Smack my lips like I’m pimpin’ em’ I ain’t taking no prisoners. I’m the bun with the cinnamon Once they bite I’m addicting em’. You got beats; man I’m rippin’ em’ Every lyric is intimate. And my flow is ridiculous Add some bars I’m continuous. Religious with it My third eye’s my fifth element One hundred fifty percent Heaven sent instrument No experiment, or accident The Eye’s evidence The underground’s most poetic Respected Yankee Mick HOOK END
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