[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
Yo, truth had me up against the ropes
Semi-conscious without no boxing skills
Fear of it makes hair on my neck grow like minoxidil
Watching the clock is ill when faced with the truth, parallels
Observing amateur video tapes of
Twenty-one top-notch NYPD cops get ill
Fill their minds not to kill, still, some never revealed true feelings
Me speaking on the truth right now in itself is a healing (Uh)
See the Creator created existence and balance
At right angles, unless it was conceived and stated
So whoever shall stray away from right lives wrong
The deliverance of the word "false," opposite of truths, off-course
Sure as my slave name sending
Troy Donald Jamerson paves the path, enablin' truth
To stay stable and cling to Earth
Sort of similar to the way static electricity sting (Come on), see
Truth brings light, light refracts off the mirror
Visions of yourself and error could never be clearer
The truth is that you ugly
Not on the outside, but in the inside
On the outside, you frontin', you lovely
The discovery of these things and all are well hidden
But when you in denial of self, it is forbidden
That's the truth (Uh, uh)
Yo, truth had me up against the ropes
Semi-conscious without no boxing skills
Fear of it makes hair on my neck grow like minoxidil
Watching the clock is ill when faced with the truth, parallels
Observing amateur video tapes of
Twenty-one top-notch NYPD cops get ill
Fill their minds not to kill, still, some never revealed true feelings
Me speaking on the truth right now in itself is a healing (Uh)
See the Creator created existence and balance
At right angles, unless it was conceived and stated
So whoever shall stray away from right lives wrong
The deliverance of the word "false," opposite of truths, off-course
Sure as my slave name sending
Troy Donald Jamerson paves the path, enablin' truth
To stay stable and cling to Earth
Sort of similar to the way static electricity sting (Come on), see
Truth brings light, light refracts off the mirror
Visions of yourself and error could never be clearer
The truth is that you ugly
Not on the outside, but in the inside
On the outside, you frontin', you lovely
The discovery of these things and all are well hidden
But when you in denial of self, it is forbidden
That's the truth (Uh, uh)
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