
The Truth Gon' Surface
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- experimental hip hop
- gangsta
- diss track
- electronic
- dense
- heavy
- rhythmic
- angry
- psychedelic
- rap
- deep
- experimental
- experimental rap
- conscious hip hop
- political hip hop
- conscious
- lyrical
- industrial
- rage
- plugg
- futuristic
- atmospheric
- ambient
- darkwave
- g-funk
- boom bap
Lyrics
Verse 1
They crowned me dead on the evening news
Said the world stopped turning when the slugs came through
But I crawled from that casket like a lesson in proof
Bulletproof dreamin while they plotted my youth
Smooth nigga back and the streets is watchin
Every snake come slidin out they box and Hoppin
Thought you saw the last of me fake-ass apostrophes
Now I'm knockin at your door with the ghost of your conscience
You was on the phone that night I almost faded
Said you had my back but your hands was busy shaded
Told the cameras you was cryin for a fallen brother
While you schemin with them rats to bury me under
Beat Switch
Verse 2
Fuck all y'all who wrote my obituary
Bitch I'm breathin fire in a cemetery
Black and ugly as ever but the bankroll heavy
Your whole empire built on a fake legacy
Suck a dick with that "I was there for you" story
You was never front line just a puppet in a glory
Talkin mental health like you held me through the low
But you was the one who orchestrated every blow
Your daddy died in that car and they lied to your face
So you learned to wear a mask and call it grace
But that trauma don't give you the right to my blood
You turned a brother's pain into a money flood
Bridge
Funny how the lonely keep the closest knife
The ones who raise you up the deepest in the night
You wanted me gone but God rewrote the page
Now I'm standin here laughin at your hollow rage
Beat Switch
Verse 3
Plottin in the dark with your counterfeit crown
Every handshake you gave was a knife comin down
I was reachin for a rope and you sold me the sea
Nigga that's the coldest betrayal a friend could be
You was cryin on my shoulder then you dug the hole
Now I'm risen from the dirt with a righteous soul
Bastard in a suit with a rehearsed remorse
I see the devil dancin in your polished discourse
They gon' write my story with a bullet and a crown
But the truth gon' surface when the king come back around
You can sell your loyalty to the highest bidder
But karma's ridin shotgun and my flow is the trigger
Outro
Mm
Breathe
Mm-hmm
I'm still here nigga
Breathe
I'm still here
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