lirik lagu true breed – delacruise
[intro]
yeah. been doing this for a long time. still got a lot to prove. and i ain’t f*cking around
[verse 1]
i go on a rampage like a lion that ain’t fed
engaging his prey, the blood painting his face red
insane with the art * my mind sharp as a blade’s edge
i’m cutthroat and going for your neck, with a thought, i’m making you lay dead
antagonistic on beats * no need to make friends
only care about what the masses hear when i break bread
take heads off and make some whine when they bled
you rappers food to me * most of y’all will get wasted!
with every line, i create dread
just need a producer to send me wild sh*t. (wooh)
and if it’s pure crack, i get charged when the sound hits
b*tch, this is my outlet, my plug knows i’m a bass head!
someone call in a doctor, that’s what dre said
cuz this pen is sealin’ your fate, but it ain’t meds!
trapped in the matrix, those pills you’re taking * they ain’t red
you’ll be feeling woke, till you’re put to sleep in the same bed!
[chorus]
true breed! of an emcee, all these suckas like:
who me?! but they can’t be ill or something quite
unique! understand, we really not alike with
loose leaf! with a pen, beat, and a f*cking mic
true breed… i’m a mothaf*cking
true breed… you’re nothing like a
true breed… we really not alike with
loose leaf! with a pen, beat, and a f*cking mic
[verse 2]
let’s have a conversation, ’bout treating rap as an occupation
can one be passionate ’bout it when half the population
only digs the trap and the simple trash that is on the stations
while true rappers can’t even make cash as a consolation?
i’ve had to practice the other aspects of song creation
whip out the hooks, throw jabs and combinations
with the punchlines, flows, adlibs on occasion
for the chance to spread my composed tracks across the nation
whole ass abomination
i stay ready to drop sh*t * don’t even hold back with constipation
even with one song at a time
the train of thought from this one*track mind * means no lapse of concentration!
yeah, i’ve been a monster
whether with syllables or the quadruple entendres
been a smooth criminal on the mic, k!llin’ the genre
while these posers ain’t even jack son, so obvious
it’s apparent who’s the…
[chorus]
true breed! of an emcee, all these suckas like:
who me?! but they can’t be ill or something quite
unique! understand, we really not alike with
loose leaf! with a pen, beat, and a f*cking mic
true breed… i’m a mothaf*cking
true breed… you’re nothing like a
true breed… we really not alike with
loose leaf! with a pen, beat, and a f*cking mic
[verse 3]
entering the third of my decades * in my next prime
i’ve gotten better with age, like red wine
against time, i’ve handled its gaze and stepped right
in the eye of the storm and stared at its face… till it went blind
i’ve penned rhymes that the best minds among my rivals
couldn’t contest * i’m too raw and primal
past artists that i looked up to used to don the title
of king, but now they’re mia, fallen idle
so now the dust on the throne is showing its vacancy
basically, it’s open to those who know how to take the seat
i’m crazily raising the stakes and hoping to make some beef
out of these cash cows to prove that no one from a to z
can aim to be king when they’re way beneath
i’ll shake the canadian tree and rip drake straight outta the maple leaf
with hov, smoke the jay from his name, but since he’s ill, i’ll let him claim the z
sleep’s what this pagan needs. the real mac
i’m callin’ tom out for his cap to make him take a knee
mop the floor with dax, bring him janitorial slavery
then pit ray j against ye over kim k
and the part of her face they’re aiming to spray their seeds
it pays to be thick*skinned like elephants, facts, so don’t be sensitive
rap * i’ve represented it, that means be competitive
and everyone i’ve mentioned deserve respect, i’m just messin’ with
your heads a bit, and at the end of it, i am still a f*cking…
[chorus]
true breed! of an emcee, all these suckas like:
who me?! but they can’t be ill or something quite
unique! understand, we really not alike with
loose leaf! with a pen, beat, and a f*cking mic
true breed… i’m a mothaf*cking
true breed… you’re nothing like a
true breed… we really not alike with
loose leaf! with a pen, beat, and a f*cking mic
[outro]
yeah. delacruise. the maryland maverick. wooh!
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