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Genre
Charts
Peak #2,268
Peak in subgenre #177
Author
RC
Rights
RC
Uploaded
October 11, 2004
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Man I’m getting the finals[RC!]
Truth aint gone stop me![You’re wack!]
I’m the champ and I proved it![He proved it!]
Noones feeling your music![Cheah!]
I’m hot so your loosing![Truths loosing![
And you’re not overruling![Hell nah]
I’m bringing truth down[RC don’t fuck around]
Cuz RC don’t fuck around…
Call truth my sidekick, have him beat up my rival
You gotta wait till the end of school to be seeing a final!
The truth is that truth is one of the truest!
You said I would win, so I already knew that you knew this
And don’t deny it man, that’ll prove that your clueless
I’m hazardous man, I’ll start heating your speakers
And it don’t sound right, this students not beating the teacher
Kid my punches are nasty, and my flow is tight
And I’m ready to see ill, like an Ebola site!
Kid keeps praying to god, and keeps asking for potent
Cuz I’m putting truth behind me, like an embarrassing moment!
Kid you taking the wrong road, you took the wrong turn
I’m sort of like syphilis, leaving heads with long burns
And fuck your crew, y’all got biters and fakes!
A crew of bitches that remind me of minors in braids
Couple of whiners for grades, I know you’ll whine cuz you gay
And damn you got a record all of a sudden?
I’m fabulous man, like Paul Cain and Joe Budden
Leave ya in the gutter forever, like you were bowling for death
Stick joysticks in ya lungs, so you can be controlling ya breath
Leave you holding ya grill, like a barbecue day
I’ll make you so pussy that you’ll start to be gay
And I’m finished man, adios to you
Adios to newbs, oh shit, that goes to you
----Beat Change----
Kid I aint holding the tech, but I’m holding respect
Seen the round 3 set up and was told that you next
You aint got a picture, so you aint getting it bad
But you got wack lyrics, so you are getting it bad
Kids a faggot see, so I’m rocking this loser
Call me Aston Kutcher, cuz I’m stopping the future
Truth aint getting to the finals, and that’s final
Kids been following my footsteps, like my shoes disciple
Make you lose the rifle, when I bruise this idol
Cuz ‘Jew aint the truth’ like Jerusalem bibles
You’ve rewritten the scripts, so I’m here to be hitting this bitch
I aint a clumsy director, so you know I aint missing the clips
You aint battle me kid, see you’re battling luck
You make your tracks weak and then you say you’re tearing it up
Kid you show me waste, cuz you flow like Mase
And ‘truths being denied’ just like the Kobe Case
I aint feeling truth, shit I exaggerate
Went up against all ass, like this faggots faith
Beat Phil and shit, start jumping and screaming!
Chicks aint ‘feeling the future’ less their touching my semen
you know you aint winning, shit you said it yourself
And you’ll learn that I’m sick like you read it in health!
Shit kid you suck, you aint a dope emcee
B/c see I’ll even have cheddarlyn vote for me!
Win with a great smile, leaving you gays piled!
You aint creative future, you bit your name from 8 mile
you’re the type of bitch to bitch cuz you aint getting a bitch
Leave you dead in a ditch
and don’t think you famous cuz I’m leaving your head on my kicks!
p'Z
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