Truth Be Told Lyrics

Chorus (Various Scratching)
They never come close to the truth
They never tell the truth like they supposed to
They never come close to the truth
They never talk the truth like they supposed to
They never come close to the truth
They never tell the truth like they supposed to
They never come close to the truth
They never talk the truth, the truth

Verse One (Funky DL)
Oh what a web you weaving with deceit, I'm disbelieving
Try pull the wool over my eyes to change what I'm perceiving
You say you run the game, they know your name, it's so misleading
Cos where I'm from, we got a word for that, we calling it dreaming
Don't try to blame me, cos the word is out you shady
On the radio you ghost like Moore, Goldberg and Swayze
Or just maybe you when boast, bull rage like Scorsese
You should really settle down like Dempsey, wanna Makepeace
Entry level, amateur, novice you a beginner
A newcomer, trainee, apprentice a light swimmer
Playing with the big boys, homie you might hiccup
This is not like Kansas Dorothy, this a stick up
So take your Toto's, cos it's a no-no
Cos player you remind me of a drought, it's dry, nothing, no flow
You better find the back of the queue
And you can count yourself lucky that this only probably happens to you
Went from Robinson Crusoe to Daniel Larruso
That's shipwrecked to you show me wax on, you puto
A coward and a traitor, promoting a garbage playlist
And under your seven layers you feeble
But seconds later you talking like you the greatest, like Showtime in Vegas
I've no time for statements that you publish from your anus
I know it sounds harsh, but if truth be told
You can't even come close, cos in the booth we cold

Chorus

Verse Two (Abioseh)
You see the thing about you Rappers is you talk a lot of smackers In your lips, I ought to smack you's like
Not everyday smacking your lips about these slappers and these trappers
How your man a' run with hammers, bit ironic right?
Excuse my manners, no I shouldn't call you Rappers
Nothing but a bunch of actors, who don't even scrape the standard type
Your ego feeling slandered? No it's not for bants
It's just that I'm a truthful bastard and it's been that way since ‘99
But if the shoe fits all your toes, then why you bothered if I sized you up?
Where I reside and nationwide, we don't respect these ugly sides
Yuh think that me and you ah size? You better wisen up
Just wise enough to recognise your shortcomings under the limelight
Mr/Mrs I got rhythm, flow, about right
But that's about it, just a top show'er with the ice
If I dig beneath the surface where your biggest flaws alike lie
I'd find the opposite of what you portray to I, alie?
Listen we're all far from perfect but all I hear is dishonesty
See a lack of integrity, only doing disservice
And so I'm struck with perplexity when you're streaming on services
Underneath our genre comma, tell me how did you work that shit?
The truth the youth ain't yearning for no more, that's unsettling
Which opened up the door for Joes' like you to come settle in
For the fame over Benjamins', now my patience is wearing thin
I got nothing left to say except your novelty's limited

Chorus (Various Scratching)
Never come close to the truth
They never tell the truth like they supposed to
They never come close to the truth
They never talk the truth like they supposed to
They never come close to the truth
They never tell the truth like they supposed to
They never come close to the truth
They never talk the truth, the truth

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