Truancy Tru - Calm lyrics

[Verse 1: Cairo] Truancy Tru, that's the name on the lips Everybody thinking that we aiming for glitz Puh really? Ain't that a b**h I think I'll take a minute maybe play them the hits Yeah...Open their eyes, but we don't let just any chick just open her thighs She gotta look pretty after no shots But if you're not hot don't bother with the botox… Cuz you get a face lift when the ba** hits DJ's everyday gonna play this Make way, cuz the Tru gonna take this play this record all up in the club - then you see the looks on their faces People don't feel what they can't relate with Henwood is deadwood you can't debate this Man the guys around just forgot the basics So I'm hitting up the city finna drop my aces Yeah, make the tape then blow the game In a year they'll know the name Tryna be my Lois Lane I don't like throwing this shade Cuz everybody knows me as a calm emcee Tell me why I'm spitting with an RPG? Cuz everybody's living in this RPG But all will be forgiven when these bars are free Cuz i don't see emcees i just see zombies Insomniacs but still be sleeping on me But I don't give a sh** I'm like, who they? Even my pillow talk is bars, duvet Even hold a candle to me on wax My train of thought is get the f** off my tracks And I'm off the rails but I ain't run my course Cuz all of you bores got the worst metaphors Cairo got the metaphors to cause the menopause and then of course many who*es want some intercourse [Hook] Yer we taking it by storm x 6 And you know x 2 They'll never stop us x 2 (No) [Verse 2: Kanza] All I had to know Was that we got hella dope Even doubters in the room Give the clique some kinda hope Want to see me have it all Have to save up from the fall Rising till we standing tall Riding through the f**ing storm Riding the road when its basic insane cuz the Pavement of pain and the flagrant are paid While debating the sane where the cavemen are Lain in the streets that was making em Pour in the flame jus to fuel the fame and my Name that i make to evolve and uphold all above For the poor and the bold I spit hot for the cold Like a punk i been told, in the game theres no way For me making it. You n***as faking it Bar to the bar with the best on the par Theres a question afar if my style could be Fathered, huh Take a look, see how far they come Dude who he was, he no silent one Hands in the air cuz my time has come Im tired of you, young n***as rapping and Clapping and jacking outside ur house with your Goons and a camera fam S-s-see who the baddest son W-w-we is the baddest one WHAT! [Hook]