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truancy tru - calm lyrics

[verse 1: cairo]
truancy tru, that’s the name on the lips
everybody thinking that we aiming for glitz
puh really? ain’t that a b-tch
i think i’ll take a minute maybe play them the hits
yeah…open their eyes, but we don’t let just any chick just open her thighs
she gotta look pretty after no shots
but if you’re not hot don’t bother with the botox…
cuz you get a face lift when the b-ss hits
dj’s everyday gonna play this
make way, cuz the tru gonna take this play this record all up in the club
– then you see the looks on their faces
people don’t feel what they can’t relate with henwood is deadwood you can’t debate this
man the guys around just forgot the basics
so i’m hitting up the city finna drop my aces
yeah, make the tape then blow the game
in a year they’ll know the name
tryna be my lois lane
i don’t like throwing this shade
cuz everybody knows me as a calm emcee
tell me why i’m spitting with an rpg?
cuz everybody’s living in this rpg
but all will be forgiven when these bars are free
cuz i don’t see emcees i just see zombies
insomniacs but still be sleeping on me
but i don’t give a shit i’m like, who they?
even my pillow talk is bars, duvet
even hold a candle to me on wax
my train of thought is get the fuck off my tracks
and i’m off the rails but i ain’t run my course
cuz all of you bores got the worst metaphors
cairo got the metaphors to cause the menopause and then of course many whores want some intercourse

[hook]

yer we taking it by storm x 6

and you know x 2

they’ll never stop us x 2 (no)

[verse 2: kanza]
all i had to know
was that we got hella dope
even doubters in the room
give the clique some kinda hope
want to see me have it all
have to save up from the fall
rising till we standing tall
riding through the fucking storm

riding the road when its basic insane cuz the
pavement of pain and the flagrant are paid
while debating the sane where the cavemen are
lain in the streets that was making em
pour in the flame jus to fuel the fame and my
name that i make to evolve and uphold all above
for the poor and the bold i spit hot for the cold
like a punk i been told, in the game theres no way
for me making it. you niggas faking it
bar to the bar with the best on the par
theres a question afar if my style could be
fathered, huh

take a look, see how far they come

dude who he was, he no silent one
hands in the air cuz my time has come
im tired of you, young niggas rapping and
clapping and jacking outside ur house with your
goons and a camera fam
s-s-see who the baddest son
w-w-we is the baddest one
what!

[hook]

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