Truth Be Told

Yeah JK what up bro It's Chevy Gang Over Everythang Creative Coalition Nobody Famous You Bitch Ass Rappers Uh Before I have em I overthink conversations I get pennies for my thoughts so I overthink compensation They call me Cas, sir Reimagined OL' DIRTY BASTARD There is a (RZA) METHOD to my madness in the kitchen CHEFfin' mad work Protect Yo Heart bitches will GHOST U-GOD Try not to show ya hand they INSPECTAH DECK now they know ya cards J.O.S.E. said the "Jealous Ones Still Envy" But now I'm All The Way Up, and I'm stuck, come and get me God Level rappin' pray you brought some wings with you Yeah Or a jet pack, anything less a setback Creative Coalition Mortician you know my body I'm droppin' bodies from famous to nobodies It's Nobody Y'all ain't really fuckin' with us Truth be told y'all can't do nothin' with us And that's a fact, we really rap Aye do you know where you at? I'll let it run it's course before I run you off it Calisthenics with the wordplay y'all look so exhausted Only built for Cuban links, minks, diamonds is there another option? I study targets from social distance that's prone to coffin (coughing) In loving memory of The person that you said you was They'll be missed by everyone Because I don't miss any of My enemies Bars hit and knock out all your inner peace (inner piece) Creative bitch My body count could make a human centipede And always packaged pleasantly To shatter all expectancies The type of shit that's festering Inside your mind the remedy's To do better or stop And that's not a shot That's to whoever would plot On the boy If you knew better you'd not Bitch Y'all ain't really fuckin' with us Truth be told y'all can't do nothin' with us And that's a fact, we really rap Aye do you know where you at? Y'all ain't really fuckin' with us Truth be told y'all can't do nothin' with us And that's a fact, we really rap Aye do you know where you at?