The Truth

Smooth like a river when Sampa Tembo flows You couldn't catch a rhyme if it married your toes Never heard a villain like the one in my songs Imma show how the Rhythm follow everywhere I go Motherland Rhythm cancel all of your gimmick Come give me anyone who can swim on my lyrics I ain't sharing You got nothing to crap on You don't know Black you got nothing to rap on You don't know oppression You got nothing to rap from Lemme here another man steeping in the motherland Lemme see a gimmick They ain't nothing you can mimic In the truth