New Truths

[Intro] Yo, what are the reviews gonna say on this one? We already knew he could rap? What? He overdoing it? Like somehow it's bad I mastered my craft I don't got shit to prove I don't need you to approve of it [Verse 1] It all started with "Party and Bullshit", then saw the flaming bush Parted the seas the moon hardly been pulling, keep it pushing Read a book or keep it shush How the tide so tied to a rock in the sky? Look Could see it from Dubai all the way to Brooklyn Sometimes it eclipse, shit, whatever to keep you looking Don't that make you blind? I ain't know, I ain't slow, but I never was a pro when it came to sciencе I'm just bold 'cause I was exposed Listеned to what I was told from every single soul Mix it all up in a pot, give it a different tone Lot of college kids piss me off, talk like fricking clones Of the next half-ass old professor (Uh) But you can't talk to someone that don't know the lecture (Nah) You ever talk to someone with no direction? (Uh) Ever talk to someone who ain't go for letterman? Sold anything they hold, slept at whoever's home would let 'em in While you wrote letters hoping that they let you in You ever talk to them? (Uh) Graduated from a loud pack to some pounds, now he 'bout to get it in For you, it was just cap and gowns, a little gin From your father's liquor cabinet he finally let you in But you lacked, blacked out, left you assed out on the couch What I'm 'bout to have to say, don't get mad about But, B, you ball like you got dragged out the house I ball like, "We really talking 'bout practice now?" You could laugh about it now It's been long since, still some nonsense way they took it out of context, but what does it matter now? On to the next stress in life I gotta solve, what's that all about? Uh, uh (What's that all about?) But its all good, just some more shit I had to rap about [Chorus] Too many men like 50 But they ain't out to get me Nah, they just try to get in with me But I got enough friends To be polite pretend But the act could only last for like ten Throw the mics out the lens Do it raw, hardcore, the shit you can't type, gotta write with a pen Some real shit like you writing kites to the pen' Just finished my last shit, don't want me writing again [Verse 2] I passed it down, I'm past it now I'm twenty-seven and respected, I don't have to bow I don't have to laugh and smile, I'm established now How? Ask the crowd, you don't see 'em chanting out? He an actor now, but rap like he work at Santa's house All I actually have to have is chow, a half a pound of loud And a honey that will hold me down after mouth I'm talking me to her and her to me Only if you worthy, B A little top swap I'll give you what you deserve, but only if you make it work for me Let's see what you got, ma, don't care how the curtains be I don't judge, I fall in love with every girl I see Every one's a pearl to me, they all mean the world to me But they either curving me or acting like a bird to me Brand new, acting like they ain't heard of me Few that do be cute and try and flirt with me Flirt back for the courtesy, but what's concerning me Is they the ones always trying to get my sperm from me (Shit) Then it occurred to me, I'ma give the Earth my seed Splurging, have a whole world of mes Cursing, running 'round like circus freaks But all of 'em half God like Hercules Slack off, burden me But they'll all have bars, what else will they learn from me? No matter what, some mutts cast off, ain't a worthy breed All of 'em will certainly surpass me with certainty After everything I did, it's their turn to speak Remained an old soul like turtles be Stayed underground like gerbils be The label burned 'em like a third degree Churned 'em like butter in the bakery I urged 'em when they muttered to say they piece Whole thing, A to Z Uh (The whole thing) Take it from moi, then I murdered 'em with everything that came to me [Chorus] Too many men like 50 But they ain't out to get me Nah, they just try to get in with me But I got enough friends To be polite pretend But the act could only last for like ten Throw the mics out the lens Do it raw, hardcore, the shit you can't type, gotta write with a pen Some real shit like you writing kites to the pen' Just finished my last shit, don't want me writing again (Too many men) But they ain't out to get me Nah, they just try to get in with me But I got enough friends To be polite pretend But the act could only last for like ten Throw the mics out the lens Do it raw, hardcore, the shit you can't type, gotta write with a pen Some real shit like you writing kites to the pen' Just finished my last shit, don't want me writing again [Outro] Just finished my last shit, you don't want me writing again Life is mixed up, that's why you can't never let a baby speak I separate one and two like 96 and Chamber Street That's the 1 Line And you dumbfound, dumb find Off of one line and one rhyme Got a mix of spic and mick in my bloodline Love music, can't beat it like drumline Hate school 'cause it keeps me so confined So when I get out, always know it's one time Peace out, motherfucker, let the funk shine