Truth Enola ft. De La Soul - “Voicetress”
[Emcee(s): Truth Enola, Posdnuos, and Trugoy the Dove]
[Producer(s): Domecrackers (DJ Spinna & Joc Max)]
[Hook: Truth Enola]
Stop raising your
Voice at me, stop messing ‘round with
My sanity. Got me in a bubble, I can
Barely breathe—must be the mixture of
The liquor and trees. Stop walking a-
-way from me. Trying to show you all it’s
Meant to be. Break bread, make bread
Live lavishly, expect the joy of life, lie
Comfortably. Bum-da-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-da-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-da-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-da-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum
[Verse 1: Truth Enola]
You see
Money makes a man strange, papers got me
Wigging, making bad decisions. I never said
I was perfect, but I belong to no one, and, baby, you
Should know that! Never tried to play you, let alone
Betray you. Laid anew, shit don’t last forever, you
Show me best, releasing much aggression through rough sex
The best? Yes, I am. Four to five years, I
Committed the best I can—at least I thought it was. Sure
I was. Doting love got me massive twisted
Love for you was artistic. Mothership? I must have missed it, not
Feeling you. Sniff that sh… instead of flipping
What’s wrong with people nowadays? They don’t listen
[Hook: Truth Enola]
Stop raising your
Voice at me, stop messing ‘round with
My sanity. Got me in a bubble, I can
Barely breathe—must be the mixture of
The liquor and trees. Stop walking a-
-way from me. Trying to show you all it’s
Meant to be. Break bread, make bread
Live lavishly, expect the joy of life, lie
Comfortably. Bum-da-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-da-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-da-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-da-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
[Verse 2: Posdnuos]
Around a lot of clowns, so we clowning
Hitting on them honeys, got their niggas frowning
Playing cops, said we better stop hounding
Now it’s beef ‘cause they’re beneath a pounding
Inside myself, self-alarm is sounding
Saying, “We need to be better brown men”
It’s hard to do that. We wasn’t around men
Who caught us and taught us the ways of sound men. Man, I
Breathe the air so quick, you say I’m drowning
Zone to the see the sea as just the fountain
So stop playing Moshe on the mountain. Yo
Stop playing Moshe on the mountain
[Hook: Truth Enola]
Stop walking a-
-way from me. Trying to show you all it’s
Meant to be. Break bread, make bread
Live lavishly, expect the joy of life, lie
Comfortably
[Verse 3: Trugoy the Dove]
Sorry I had
To leave you, but I blast through at warp-speed
And caught thieves amongst friends. Bonds
Ain’t supposed to bend and characters ain’t ‘posed
To break, so if you’re water pressure, then let it drip-drop
A man’s lips can lie, but you’ll stand alone
Knowing the Truth like my nigga Eno/E know. Losing
Your spot at the gods’ casino, get the cash
But get a grip. You need the credit. Living to see
My thoughts weak? Y’all need to dead it. I’m trying to bury that
Old bull so we can vegetate in full
Split the land in half, rotate the mule
To communicate, you need to learn the lesson, y’all (Blessing y’all)
[Hook: Truth Enola]
Stop raising your
Voice at me, stop messing ‘round with
My sanity. Got me in a bubble, I can
Barely breathe—must be the mixture of
The liquor and trees. Stop walking a-
-way from me. Trying to show you all it’s
Meant to be. Break bread, make bread
Live lavishly, expect the joy of life, lie
Comfortably. Bum-da-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-da-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-da-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum, bum-da-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-da-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-da-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-da-bum-bum
Bum
