Charles Hamilton - Truth k**s Opposition (Love TKO) lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, take a minute to relax, lay in the sack With a lady who you may see as black White, Caribbean, or Asian A silly situation Women make when they stay in your place Layin' in the sack With a lady you may see as black, white You get the picture Spittin' through the scriptures Interviewin' n***as "Did you do what you was sent here to do?" It's clear if it's true, but it's fear if you lose Game gear when I cruise, stay here in a blues You ain't hear me? Game gear when I cruise, stay here in a blues Or maybe you'll understand when I appear in the news For smearin' your crews blood, all over Like new mud, get watered down and dirty My shine is too much, cross me and get burned Ku Klux But y'all n***as know I'm nothin' to touch Jack and the bean stalk, I grew up [Hook] Truth k**s opposition You lyin' if you say you can see me You still watch and listen Without tryin', I just make it look easy I'm such an expert (Baby holla atcha man) I'm such an expert (Baby holla atcha man) Don't lie to me [Verse 2] Uh, Whoo! I got you movin' ya head And if you ain't, then it's okay if I a**ume that you're dead I know I said, I'm a loser But I know you heard the hook Truth k**s opposition So, no where that I look Do I see a n***a illa See, a n***a illa Cause my f**in' name starts with a C A n***a zillin' right now Cause I'm spittin' rediculous flames And the action of openin' your eyes Just invisioning my name Lame, to even try to aim for my brain Cause my brain holds everyone in it I ain't sayin', I'm just sayin' I love everyone and I meant it Even those who wished I was finished Locked with a sentenced Popped in the fitted Not gonna stop, till my dick is, about to drop In need of stitches, never So just hop, mind your business Sonic, my team's where the good Sean Kemp is [Hook] Truth k**s opposition You lyin' if you say you can see me You still watch and listen Without tryin', I just make it look easy I'm such an expert (Baby holla atcha man) I'm such an expert (Baby holla atcha man) Don't lie to me [Verse 3] Watcin' the U.S. Open, from a UFO Feelin' all patriotic like Drew Bledsoe Do let go of the tool let go Gotta pee My "Versace hottie" singin' "Ella" rockin' Donna T Probably not cause "she got her own thing" Cop a gold ring Domino's brings a Couple of pies up in the sky It's the truth Why puff on the lye (lie) When you up in the sky? Did you forget what we doin' while we doin' this? I'm too legit, you the sh**, even if, you should quit No time for a stupid b**h parenthesis, (a** n***a) Or anybody that pretend to be that n***a Industry ain't been givin me flack Cuttin' me slack A sharp minor could make a B flat And what's in the middle? C I told you. I am not a little, key It's me You gotta play me first, play me first, then play me first You gotta play me first, play me first, and then play me first I'm like a piano You gotta play me first, play me first, then play me first It's Charles Hamilton