at an A&R from the majors then I aim for the eye, and you never seen me cry These emotional ass industry rap motherfuckers Nigga just push double Y And
to the preacher's church I ain't with the bullshit, you get your preachin' ass hurt You wanna judge me, when I don't judge you I tell the ho true be nothin' but the truth
burn like verenial, off top, take care of you Dirty laundry, we airing you, respect my gangsta is savy You little raps don't grab me, the truth'll hurt
God works in a mysterious way So I pray, remembering the days of my youth As I prepare to meet my moment of truth "You shall know the truth and the truth
nice on the muthafuckin' M I C Battle me, battle right here and let's see So we kicked a verse that didn't hurt So I hit 'em worst to let him know I don't play
The penniless weed plays wrath felt in the captain's corner With anvil spread wide, the captain glides Each blow to scare her, not to hurt her She spits
't hurt me at all I've been trying to play it cool but I've fallen and I'm all in Now I've got to confide and tell the truth 'cause Your arms are my
ls that true, Mrs. Hart? [Amos Hart] I'm telling you, that's the truth. My wife has nothing to do with it. She won't hurt a worm. Not even a worm. Until
touch with the keys, move over Alicia I force feed ya the metric scale Rap's like child's play, my show and tell Within each verse you see the truths
hit while our playing) There's beauty in this place, (It helped me I'm staying) it took me all these years to realise. (These blows mark a new deal) (The truth
one the only...HANNAH MONTANA !! Whoa!! your not screaming...WHY ARNT YOU SCREAMING!! Jackson : oh believe me shes screaming on the inside!! [scream played
it's your turn, It's your turn, it's your turn. I'd love to love you now till I'll be sure That this time your love won't hurt me more, Hurt me more, hurt
my father too, but sweet Marie there ain't no other That show me more than you, how to stay out of the devil's reaches Pushing me to profit, rocking
YOU (if the truth were told i really hate myself so) FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU! i'm so sorry i really am so, so sorry if i ever hurt you or
decide in your mind To accept or decline the reality of truth You've gotta let it out boy Gotta let it go, gotta give it up If you really wanna know The truth
Tailored sheets to fix this dirty bed, for once this dirt won?t come all off. It can?t be pushed aside. Wind is blowing through closed doors, With shadows
to all the ones tryin' to hold you back Tryin' to make you feel like you're less than that Givin' nothing more better than to make you crack But really just trying to push
truth Let hate save you, when, nothing else will, Oh, let it save you, when, nothing else will. (Let it save you) The mood is let down, Let it play