AZ I Am the Truth Lyrics

The Format Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 I Am the Truth
  • 2 Sit 'em Back Slow
  • 3 Get High
  • 4 Make Me
  • 5 Games
  • 6 Rise and Fall
  • 7 Animal
  • 8 Doing That!
  • 9 This Is What I Do
  • 10 Format
  • 11 Vendetta
  • 12 Game of Life
  • 13 Royal Salute

  • [AZ:]
    It's the most marvelous
    Haha, so consistent, so Denevere
    This here is classical
    I'm a genius!
    Allow me...
    [Verse 1:]
    Scrilla rap spitter, silverback gorilla, mass killer
    Heavy hoodie cow, hide, half chinchilla
    Watch for scrilla's cuz they hastle the dealers, for reala
    Y'all little niggaz, me I lex and grilla, I'm chilla
    Pillows of purple had to seal up my circle
    It's serious, when your seralbello senses alert you
    Pollack church shoes parolee homie's home on curfew
    Who's commercial, I verbalize universal
    Uniqueness, I'm nonchalant nigga no secrets
    What ambiance never show weakness, control leakege
    Live niggaz know I speak it
    Verbalize outta eye, cuz we cohesive
    Flow's freakish
    Dough is just honor the pieces to the puzzle
    Like the streets always been to the struggle
    [Chorus:]
    I am the truth, truth
    On a whole nother level
    From the stone to the bezel
    To the chrome on the metal
    I zone for the ghetto's (Huh! Huh!)
    I am the truth, truth
    Every coast gotta know
    I'm the most with the flow
    No joke I'm a pro
    I'm like the pope on the low
    [Verse 2:]
    Soul music so intense so live
    It's, no excuses y'all been so deprived
    This is so exclusive and I'm so obliged
    Certified superhero with no disguise
    Force the vibe for the niggaz got tossed aside
    and the misfortuned that lost they lives
    I survive, I weave from side to side
    No when to slide, stay hush, use my eyes to guide
    I'm straight up
    Too tough try hide my pride
    Grew up amongst sky high homocide
    Who am I besides homie that exposed to phoneys
    The one and only still intact without the matrimony
    Still on track I cock back and, black like Toby
    Y'all bastards know me, no wolfpack attack for doly
    [Chorus:]
    I am the truth, truth
    On a whole nother level
    From the stone to the bezel
    To the chrome on the metal
    I zone for the ghetto's (Huh! Huh!)
    I am the truth, truth
    Every coast gotta know
    I'm the most with the flow
    No joke I'm a pro
    I'm like the pope on the low
    [Hook:]
    Certified murder ties
    Been in beef, burglarise
    Been a beast, purchased pies
    Hell heat, perfect size
    Felt defeat, felt the rise
    Seldom sleep, dealt with lies
    Been Tel-Aviv through certain rides
    Smelt police, I works with high
    [Verse 3:]
    Hood legend, household name
    Presence is felt, real niggaz vouch for my pain
    Ahead of myself, what else is there about this game
    The letters is spelt, so know when he drouch the same
    Measure my wealth with realness, I know what's good
    No mills missed, keep one foot in the hood
    I still spit like a lot of niggaz wish they would
    Can sell shit till I'm stiffed and shipped in wood
    Misunderstood, mama's only son she's stressed to get it done
    She knows I'm the last one left
    [Chorus:]
    I am the truth, truth
    On a whole nother level
    From the stone to the bezel
    To the chrome on the metal
    I zone for the ghetto's (Huh! Huh!)
    I am the truth, truth
    Every coast gotta know
    I'm the most with the flow
    No joke I'm a pro
    I'm like the pope on the low

    Written by: Anthony S. Cruz
    Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd.

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