The Truth

Smooth like a river when Sampa Tembo flows
You couldn't catch a rhyme if it married your toes
Never heard a villain like the one in my songs
Imma show how the Rhythm follow everywhere I go
Motherland Rhythm cancel all of your gimmick
Come give me anyone who can swim on my lyrics

I ain't sharing
You got nothing to crap on
You don't know Black you got nothing to rap on

You don't know oppression
You got nothing to rap from
Lemme here another man steeping in the motherland
Lemme see a gimmick
They ain't nothing you can mimic
In the truth