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dna tru lyricist - tru fam beat #1 lyrics

[intro]
tru fam beat number one
by chad goheen
let’s get it

[verse]
what up, chad goheen?
you know it’s no thing for me to go stand this beat up ’cause i’m the flow king
when i heard this beat, i told myself this sh+t was so clean
the instrumental got me hooked like a dope fiend
so i’ma go ahead and wreck this b+tch
yeah, it’s your boy dna straight from texas, b+tch
yeah, i’m from the south, i be on my texas sh+t
we got the best rappers you can find the u.s
it’s a straight fact, get ready for the rap attack
the dna back with a true lyrical flow
comin’ off the top of the head like miracle+gro
when i freestyle, you don’t wanna test me, bro
you in the scope, ’bout to snipe you like wesley, bro
it’s crunch time when i rhyme like nestlé, bro
they say the better, i’ma turn their yes to no
out of this world, so extra+terrestrial
i’m choppin’ hearts with my awesome art, the rest just bark
’bout to tear the rest apart like jurassic park
like the [?], must’ve missed the part
you gettin’ slaughtered, and it’s just the start
it gets extra dark, in a tunnel with no lights
creep up on you like a raptor, spittin’ with no mic
“you been dissin’ everybody” they say i ain’t got no life
’cause i k!lled every rapper i met in my whole life
i’m decoding the matrix in a single examination
man your battle stations, i could wrestle a soldier, takin’ it to the next level
k!llin’ all seventeen men awaiting, any way to break it
got ’em comin’ like elimination
i’m runnin’ the table, eight b+lls, solids and stripes
y’all will get tight when i make your girl swallow the pipe
call her tonight with the and1 [?] and nike stripes
i’m crossin’ you all alright because i’m ballin’ for life
and i just don’t talk about it, i got the best handles you ever seen
globetrotter, i beat from argentines to the evergreens
you never seen a lyricist with this much talent
so how about it? i know it’s hard to wrap your mind around it
twenty+three years in the game, in my prime, don’t doubt it
they tried to lift my sk!lls, and their spine gave out
it’s+ what it’s? hmm, let me think
i don’t know, it’s just the way that i flow
standalone, too original
so good, it’s criminal
choppin’ you into minerals
(godd+mn it, i forgot to put my phone on silent
continue)
you’ll never be reachin’ my pinnacle
you’ll be standin’ up in the cold
[?] turn it all into gold
it’s bliss when i’m in the zone
i’m in the zone, flyin’ above you just like a drone
it hurts when i just atone my base and never be blown
i’m megaman with the megaphone
standin’ in front of the microphone, breakin’ you down into microzones
you out of sight when i come home
like, “honey, i shook the kids”
broomin’ up the dustpan ‘fore i dunk the lid
you never seen another rapper that done what i did
1 deep, i stand alone
i might admit that i’m the motherf+ckin’ g.o.a.t., yeah, that’s true sh+t
now who could that be? other than that d
n+a tru lyricist, from the 9+0+3
and he be the sick with that tricky set wordplay
peter piper picked a peck, not just of pickled pears
but a whole lot of jalapeños
you need a nicorette patch for this acid flow
and that’s the moment you realize he’s unmatchable
you lasted so long, you should be ecstatic, bro
they show you love, but you’re never gonna pass the pro
or land dope with the lit bars, i’m too magical
master flow spitter like i said, pass a note
tell you “yes, you have to go”
your yes is gone, thinkin’ you can test the don
you gettin’ buried, me and music got an unbreakable bond
very unbreakable, bruh, ’cause i’m the roof
pointin’ at the lights, ’bout to knock it out the booth
b+tch, i’m the truth on the mic
the truth when i write, when i write, the truth is i’m too elusive
so elusive, you might miss so many bars i’m flippin’ over your head like denzel, takin’ flight
or i might go ripgut mode and rip out your entrails on the mic, there’s no tellin’ what i might do
no tellin’ what the story entails, you’re gonna need more intel
but i’m gonna tell you that it won’t end well
somethin’ like a mortal kombat stage fatality, impaled on the mic
i blow your mind like sindel, but i ain’t gotta scream
you like scary movies? cool, you ain’t gotta dream
one, two, i’m comin’ for you in real life
steam pipe scene from the movie bone collector’s what you might end up in real life, b+tch, sickness
spit the real grit, lyrically k!ll sh+t
your face gettin’ peeled, b+tch, sit down
shut up, i like to curse in my raps sometimes, it fits the vibe
frankenstein, it’s alive
walk up to the mother, her own nest, and hit the hive
monroe, and this ain’t a diss, i’m just lettin’ you know
i got a can of raid waitin’ for you and i’m ready to go
day or night, we can do whenever i’m not turnin’ and i’m set to blow
how you gonna take out the best you know?
you talk a lot, you ain’t gonna bet the dough
even if we do it for free, it’s still set in stone
frozen, no more dissin’, let it go
woke up at 4 this mornin’, wrote this and went back to sleep
but people still out here sayin’ twisted would rip me to particles
all i can tell each every time he [?]
before you leap, boy, you’re gonna end up on the best of [?]
that boy must’ve been made of particle, ’cause he snapped like a twig
metaphorically speakin’, that’s what’s gonna happen to kids’
favorite rapper when they step into the mastery class, laugh track
come on, 1 deep battle, slashin’ their ass, and that’s that
another one, forty strong
forty motherf+ckin’ albums, i been rappin’ too long
but these kindergarten rappers still need their shoes on
i’m the college professor that show you how to do songs
i’m k+rino’s disciple, for real, he know i am
rittz said i was dope, bizzy bone liked a handful of tracks
now tell me how you talkin’ smack in my comments
it’s gonna make me disbelieve what i rap?
i believe when i rap, i’m one of the greatest you ever heard
with every word, every reference that i refer at the highest level of sk!ll, the apex of it all
i work my raps so long, i flex pecs on my jaws
curl fifty+pound dumbbells with the tip of my tongue
[?] your girl and i make her flip to the song
but i might not, might be too busy dissin’ you, son
and if you ain’t never heard of lyricists, you’re listenin’ to one who might be a lot of work to [?]
you try to jack my style, i knock you out and [?]
’cause i’m the one, the keanu reeves of the rap game
now follow the white rabbit, i do my savage on a lame motherf+cker
here we go again
r.i.p. to the great dmx, but
here we go again
get on your knees, you’ve been lyrically blessed, now
here we go again
all i wanna know is who’s gonna pitch next, nah
here we go again
i’m next to+ next to bat, and i’m on deck, that’s tru sh+t
[outro]
wooh!
off the tru fam beat, baby (you already know)
much love chad goheen (much love, bruh)
twenty+years mother+effin’ years (haha)
why the effin’ did i edit that sh+t? i don’t effin’ know
i too mother+effin’ cold
let’s go
tru sh+t, baby, y’all will never be able to f+ck with it
twenty+three years in the motherf+ckin’ game, baby
you better come join the tru fam
representin’ rap at the highest level, the highest capacity
it’s the motherf+ckin’ apex over here, b+tch
the f+ck you think this is?
just second+hand handbag+ass rappers you’re listening to
24/8, we rippin’ off their face
aye!

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