Apathy - True Love lyrics

[Intro: Apathy] Yeah, we'll do the old school sh** for 'em Do I love you? Do I lust for you? Am I a sinner 'cause I do it too? Would you let me know? Right now, please Is it true love? [Verse 1: Apathy] I wanna find a perfect mate who know about "The Purple Tape" A lot of b**hes perpetrate, imper-per-per-per-personating Something that's real, something that's raw Something that the neighbors can hear right through their walls John Lennon and Yoko, Jesus and Mary Magdalene Something very pa**ionate, love you like I loved my starter jacket Back in sixth grade, walked with a switch and got a switch blade A bada** chick can turn your bad a** b**h-made I want a "Gangsta b**h" like Apache says Who raps like Lauryn Hill did on "Nappy Heads" And f** wearing lingerie, I be tearing you out of it Put my tongue in your p**y and speak the Arabic alphabet Better watch out, addictive as a sort of new drug You better look out, I'm on the corner pumping "True Love" So be true, they can go just as quick as they come Don't ever try to play me out hun, cause I ain't the one This is dedicated to you, just for the love of it Not that radio R&B, I really can't f** with it All my old school sh**, no you can't have it But when it gets cold, I'll let you wear my jacket Still kind of immature, I'll call your ex-man a f*ggot sh** he ain't doing nothing anyway, there's no static You're my Cleopatra, even after all of the fights I might tell you that I'm wrong even though I was right That's true love [Verse 2: Phonte] Uh, aiyyo I used to have this Hip Hop chick In the crib rocking T-shirt and her flip-flop sh** Had the sweetest little smile that would shine so fine And plus she knew the whole "Illmatic" line for line As I think back I guess she was just tryna find Herself and her wealth with all the beats and rhymes I used to pull up to the side real close and say "Baby It's cool to love rap but don't forget to be a lady" I tried to buy her heels, all she wanted was dunks Tried to get her manicures but she was not copping Took her to the club so we could do our slow dance And they played Marvin Gaye and her a** start pop-locking Aww, didn't have time to play with it So I just went the other way with it, got this all pretty ho I mean this high maintenance "Sex in the City" ho All the time borderline, Raphael Saadiddy ho So I'm chilling with this fashionista Watching VH1 Soul on the couch lamping They close "Slam" by Onyx and she asked "Ay baby, when did the guy from Moesha start rapping?" Man, a n***a could've fell through the floor But it was right then and there when I solved the riddle My women can't be a head, but she ain't gotta be a airhead Just love Hip Hop and meet me somewhere in the middle True love