Truth Hurts - El Gant, Torae, Dj Devastate

I’m from the Eva, the champion hoodie, signature game cap

It’s kinda sickening when you see where the game’s at

Some niggas started out nice couldn’t remain that

Cause the chase stacks got you thinkin', it’s the same cat?

Strange act what they do for the loot

You’re abandoned with your standards, only glamour pursuit

Chasing papers catching Vapors Biz Markie and Snoop

This lil' that and young that, Mr. Record in you

I’m expectin' the truth when niggas step in the booth

When they call me a throwback, rapping the proof

Flabbergasted faggot asses when they catch the cool

Dizzle express, this what I do why I do

(Hook#1: DJ Devastate)

I’m in the name in the game put your gloves on

We’re here live to teach you how to rhyme

Laying you down you should start praying

Now back out the game

Don’t put your gloves on

Rap now is a Circus of Clowns

Bring you to live

(El Gant Verse#1)

I was raised in the jacket era back in time and place

It was suitable to punch a whack rapper in the face

The stage and the rhythm and the bass tossed him in the fans

KRS P Diddy brought a helicopter of the bodies on the stands

Another kid got ripped apart

Let my little verse with a megaphone like Jimmy Hart

Spittin' darts

Cutting off late battles

Stick in the Industry and let everyone lay flat

Push your EP like an A-Trak

Taking back

Cashing in to make my paybacks

State facts

All these cats make shifts

Get up these motherfuckers and get 'em a rape kit

Ate shit

The game used to be chronic detained

I used to wanna fuck and have a face slip

Half wasted

I started in the gutter I made it out Hip-Hops sleeping in your Mother’s

basement

(Hook#2)

(Toare Verse #2)

Basically blessing brought in a profession session

Raiders second guessing into the essence

This is the condolences collections connected

To a graffiti to beat boy scratching on a record

The rapping of the record the traditions remains

At least KRS knows what we are basically saying, uh

(El Gant Verse #2)

I’m not playing with a kid without a friend

Business is getting a little bit calling Aerosmith

Every minute I’m watching pretending I’m a thespian

The music lost it’s forms, gotta run 'em like a lesbian

With the mess we’re in

Nobody wants to clean up

Skinny individuals, nobody wants to team up

Workin' out, spot with boss to the lean cut

Spit dope for your fucking cripple beans up

(Hook)