[Intro]

It's called truth

[Verse One: Kayncee]

Got deep tunes being written, all out dedication

Defeat you, leave you smitten, all wowed, in desolation

I beat you teethless, hitting jaw pow, need medication

And leave you screaming, bitchin' more vowels than in education

Sublime punchlines when I crunch rhymes

Mind to bust mics, my life is just fine

Write enough time, par shy tough guys

Try to touch mine, oh my you must die

Yo did you like that rhyme scheme?

I'm doing this, cause I find that writing

Really helps me to stay alive and fighting

Try challenge me but it won't fly so nicely

So I stay rippin' the sick bars, while I be spittin' a bit fast

You know these writtens I spit hard, I'm not kidding I shit stars

Cruising hitting some six cars, slam a chick with a big arse

R.A. the shit that I will blast, still not finished I whiz past

Yo, slow it down a bit, I need a pen

Make my words count for shit 'till I'm bleeding red

I think I found my niche, Hip-Hop feeds my head

So this sound I spit 'till life says auf wiedersehen

There's a lot of things in life I find annoying to me

Like I'm told to not play with food but I wanna be toying with cheese

How you wanna shoot me in the head for destroying emcees

But you make it too simple like hittin' a groin with my knee

Gonna Set It Off, Express Myself and Know How I'm Still #1

Let Good Music Bang, Lean Back, watch Kurtis Blow the Buzzer Dunk

But I Play It Kool, waiting for the Shadows Of Tomorrow

Gimme One Mic, Here'N'Now and I'll be the leader they will follow

[Hook]

Take a piece of America back

You will only learn

It's called truth

[Verse Two: Kayncee]

The fifteen year old's where Rugged was on the second verse

So you expecting legendary bars cause Rugged wrecked it first

So I study the great goats yeah you can bet it works

Paying attention to the lessons cause that's how the legends learnt

From the Wu to the Ra, from the Kool to the Kane

That is who that they are, bars smooth when they rain

In the zoo, to the park they knew what to say

But it's shoes and the cars for those new to the game

They ain't fly or even fresh, when they rhyme and claim the best

Before they shine with all the rest they need to try and take a breath

Some are high above the mess, cause they climbed and passed the test

But others, dunno why they think they're blessed, they'll quit 'fore writing to the death

Some people make me wanna grab my hulk suit and boombox

And chase you around bumping gold tunes, showing you who's boss

Like take Macklemore, Vinnie could roast you by noon, tops

And then go and sell your clothes, shoes in to a thrift shop

I'm pissed off, at the state of Hip-Hop

Ask a kid to name a rapper, he'll name the likes of Wayne or Rick Ross

Quit, stop. Legends'll Never Die but watch the clock go tick tock

In twenty years will we still see an album this hot?

We might not know the definition of a rap flow

So write, jot notes on how this and that goes

Gotta fight, stop foes, don't let them attack home

Go rock white hot shows so they can vibe in the back row

But are humans failures, just a bunch of lying jerks?

We strangers tell the truth just by rhyming words

Ammo in the chamber just from writing verse

Labelled as the danger, the one who knocks like Heisenberg

Bitch!

[Outro]

Take a piece of America back

You will only learn

It's called truth

It's called truth

You will only learn

It's called truth

It's called truth