[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