paroles de chanson The Truth - Jake One
Okay
(The
truth
is
so
plain
to
see)
Y'all
ain't
fuckin
with
the
R-O-C
nigga
(The
truth
is
so
plain
to
see)
Y'all
don't
want
it
with
the
F-R-E
nigga
(The
truth
is
so
plain
to
see)
Y'all
ain't
fuckin
with
them
Jake
One
beats
nigga
("'Cause,
'cause
we
spittin
the
truth
and
nothin
else")
All
my
real
fans
did
you
miss
him?
(miss
him)
These
youngins
might
not
know
'em
but
they
feel
him
(feel
him)
Freezer
starvin,
I
ain't
stoppin
'til
the
meal
ends
(meal
ends)
I'm
as
raw
as
pickin
cotton
with
your
bare
hands
(bare
hands)
This
is
State
Prop
game,
Roc-A-Fella
fam
(fam)
I'm
your
favorite
flow-er's
flow-er
you
can
call
him,
and
ask
him
(yeah!)
He'll
tell
you
that
he
spit
it
like
I
spit
it
before
Listen
fella,
this
Roc-A-Fella
we
invented
the
flow
(that's
right)
Was
baggin
dimes
in
my
cellar
(uh),
When
Nas
had
his
tech
in
the
dresser
(uh)
Now
I
pass
checks
to
bank
tellers
nigga
(that's
right)
Philly
Freezer
had
a
black
Smith
and
Wesson
(woo!)
When
black
Smif
N
Wesson
started
wreckin
they
shows
(come
on)
They
was
enterin
the
stage
(yeah),
I
was
enterin
the
stage
too
You
just
start
doin
it,
I
did
it
before
Who
you?
Free
original
(original),
I'm
in
the
building
with
a
hardcore
vintage
flow
I
get
the
dough,
I'm
the
truth
(The
truth
is
so
plain
to
see)
You
ain't
fuckin
with
the
R-S-E
neither
(The
truth
is
so
plain
to
see)
And
you
ain't
fuckin
with
that
Brother
Ali,
believe
it
(The
truth
is
so
plain
to
see)
And
you
ain't
fuckin
with
them
Jake
One
beats
("Now
everybody
wants
to
know
the
truth
about
a
brother
Named,
A-A-Ali,
Ali")
Ah,
Jake
roll
that
beat
out
like
a
red
carpet
I
put
that
blood
red
target
to
your
head,
spark
it
Directly
out
the
ghetto
marchin
like
I'm
Rev.
Sharpton
Bet
I'm
starvin
like
it's
free
breathe,
His
heads
startin,
look
like
I'm
share
croppin
Cooped
up
squattin
in
a
studio
apartment
Food
stamps
up
in
the
pocket,
mixin
tuna
with
the
vomit
Boosted
a
few
bottles
of
baby
food
out
the
market
You
ain't
grew
in
this
environment,
so
who
are
you
to
comment?
Hungry
pacin
in
a
bus
station
with
my
nuts
hangin
But
I
never
sold
base,
motherfuck
Reagan
(motherfuck
Reagan)
Shit
just
wasn't
in
my
upbringin
(upbringin)
None
of
us
is
above
scrappin
my
brother,
so
I
don't
judge
nathan
Some
of
my
buddies
slanged
it
Then
one
got
taken
out,
toe
tagged,
fuck
that,
rather
be
butt
naked
I
say
it
real,
I'm
afraid
of
bein
killed
Seein
my
kids
raised
in
hell,
me
away
in
jail
In
them
homes,
I
been
sketchin
since
I'm
seven
Got
collected
by
my
brethren,
now
it's
my
profession
Big
music
industry
and
seldom
gettin
mention
But
the
few
that
do
zoom
in
respect
me
as
a
legend
Fuck
that,
I'm
a
Reverend
The
Philly
Freezer
with
the
Street
Preacher
settin
Up
shop
teachin
the
lessons
These
are
not
just
words,
we
tell
you
in
the
booth
That
feeling
you
just
got
inside
your
stomach
is
our
Proof,
that
we
the
truth
(The
truth
is
so
plain
to
see)
Y'all
ain't
fuckin
with
the
R-O-C
nigga
(The
truth
is
so
plain
to
see)
{You
ain't
fuckin
with
the
R-S-E
neither}
(The
truth
is
so
plain
to
see)
Y'all
ain't
fuckin
with
them
Jake
One
beats
nigga
("'Cause,
'cause,
cause,
cause,
Cause,
cause,
cause
we
spittin
the
truth
and
nothin
else")
(The
truth
is
so
plain
to
see)
{And
you
ain't
fuckin
with
that
Brother
Ali,
believe
it}
(The
truth
is
so
plain
to
see)
Y'all
don't
want
it
with
the
F-R-E
nigga
(The
truth
is
so
plain
to
see)
{And
you
ain't
fuckin
with
them
Jake
One
beats}
{Because
they,
ba,
ba,
ba,
bap,
bap,
bap,
RARRR!
}
1 The Truth feat Freeway & Brother Ali
2 Trap Door (feat. MF DOOM)
3 Kissin' the Curb (feat. Bishop Lamont & Busta Rhymes)
4 Feelin' My Shit (feat. Casual)
5 I'm Coming
6 Gangsta Boy
7 The Truth
8 God Like
9 Bless the Child
10 Oh Really
11 Trap Door
12 Dead Wrong
13 Kissin' the Curb
14 How We Ride
15 White Van
16 Big Homie Style
17 Scared
18 Get 'er Done
19 Fellin' My Shit
20 Soil Raps
21 Glow
22 Home
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