The Truth

Okay

[Intro/Hook - Freeway - talking] (sample from "At Night Time" by Johnnie Taylor)

(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")

[Verse 1 - Freeway]

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

[Hook - Brother Ali] (sample from "At Night Time" by Johnnie Taylor)

(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")

[Verse 2 - Brother 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 ramen

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

And them poems 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

[Hook - Freeway] [Brother Ali] (sample from "At Night Time" by Johnnie Taylor)

(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!] (*echo*)