True Love (ft. Mr. Lif)

[Verse 1: Mr. Lif]
It’s true love like two doves represent peace
Wave my finger in the air then your rhyme is deceased
You feel grief- This is not a time for mourning
Or then I release the agent orange
Portions of thoughts went missing with no trace
Removing my grill, feel the man with no face
My identity eventually marked a century
What I conquer mentally defines where you’ll find me
Somewhere between the past and mega-blast
A tangible feel on what man can’t grasp
Release my grip then time slipped to silent
I write poems ‘til my dome’s an island
A land mass that’s composed of ash
Volcanic rushes consume all planets
Blackholes are left behind by my antics
Never build my self-esteem based on what the fans pick
Semantics, boy, gimme a break
When I’m sipping the continuum and drinking a lake
You may break, yes
I’m talking compound fracture
Masher, who kill him, the white boy Hatcher?
Yes, you’ve been marked for death
I monopolize ears then you’re charged for breath
Now your doctor wanna claim that I’m your cause for stress?
That degree was hard-earned, good times, nice guess
You’re wrong; I can rap all night long
Can’t envision what my life would be without these songs
From the crack of dawn, ’til the sun is gone
Two words that can express the heart of this art form is true love

[Verse 2: Jarv]
Young Jarv in the place to be
I rip the mic and I make the beats
Independent ’til death
Yes, my property Is intellectual cause yes-men are obsolete
I’m probably way ahead of my time
Severing heads with indelible rhymes
You could try dissing him but when listening to the wax
Opinion’s irrelevant in the vicinity of facts
Back to basics, moving into the future
The fact to face is; my brain is a computer
A super computer with style and humor
That would never make a video rhyming inside an uber
Hip-Hop is not a novelty
It might be to you, but it’s not to me
So you can save the click-bait cause I got news
Respect and props don’t reflect the views
Who’s who? Well, it definitely ain’t you
I’m lethal with the pen and the pen is the weapon I choose
So boost the bass until it moves your face
Remain in tune and never lose your place
And my place is in the middle of rhythm
In the pocket I keep it rocking to the knock of the system
If the breakers wanna pop then Jarv will assist them
In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida God’ll deliver the venom, uh
Yeah, it burns when I’m rubbing it in
I been fucking with words since I was a little kid
And yeah, I’m grown now and I ain’t never gonna quit
I ain’t never gonna stop cause I love this shit, it’s true love