Tru

[Intro]
I know it's been a while, so
(Back in the lab, yeah)
Let's see if I still got it
Let's go
Uh, uh

[Verse]
What you want me to say? What you want me to do?
Doesn't matter, I'ma pick up the mic again and slice this man right in two
Who do you think that you're dealing with?
I'm the motherfuckin' Tru Lyricist
Stick in your ear to this headphone and get your [?] blow to the blue sky
Or the deep blue sea, and a great white shark's what you see
When you see me, swimmin' up with the Megalodon jaws, takin' a bite out of your battleship
You don't wanna battle this
Who? Lyrical alchemist
Wordsmith with the ability to spit it in cursive
So persuasive with the speech, droppin' nuclear verses
It's hard to follow somеtimes
Sometimes I think my craft's too advancеd for these people to follow my rhymes
But it ain't a stranger thing, when it comes to me, I'm the DNA and I'm still gon' win all of the time
I cock back and spit it, repolish the .9
Hope to God that you get it, now follow my mind
I'm ghetto but I'm hookin' up with the white girls
Rippin' off all of their tops, all these dimes that I'm makin' are mine
I'm a little bit unorthodox and exquisite
Watch me [?] through the vocal cords of the whores that talk like they know me when they totally don't
You think I'd play it cool and just totally won't snap on you? This goes to show how much you know
Hello again, rappers, I was gone for a while
But now I'm back again, so why don't you just go home and hide?
'Cause if you open your eyes to the almighty high, you might catch annihilation
I'm comin' back like Mortal Kombat 11, I grab you by the head like Raiden
Shocking eyes out faces, good gracious
Maybe I should slow-pace this, get a little out of control
I pick 'em out like eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Who wanna go and step to DNA? I kill 'em all with a murderous flow
How many times do I gotta take the gold and run off with the blue ribbon
Who you kiddin'? I'ma hit 'em with the truest of the lyricism, representin' the realest of our craft
Makin' other rappers sick, go give 'em a barf bag
If they try to stand, tell 'em to sit it and park that
Try to hang on a hard track? Give 'em a heart attack
I'm an artist that don't be playin' around
Every country, every state, every city, every town, there's a DNA fan holdin' it down
And I'm comin' to spit it to give 'em all what they wanted
I ain't frontin', I don't know how to play, okay?
All I know how to do is just write it so true, then I spit on the mic and I slay
Everybody in my way, you better pack it up and hit the bricks, you [?] like you ain't heard of me
I'm the birds, the bees, the earth, the seas
The verse you breathe, the cursed unleashed
On earth, the trees, the dirt, the breeze
The Hercules, the first to seize the first of these turds beneath the worth of the surgery
Personally, it hurts to be the person in the nursery
With the red line rising of mercury
But when you're dead, I'm findin' the hearse to bring your ass 'til you rest in place
And I'ma blast at your chest in case you're still takin' a break to pray
I'm gonna be makin' a mess today, and that's why I won't hesitate
To press the button and decimate
Just to lyrically educate you on how to register straight
That I just need to rhyme sometimes, I just need to kick some rhymes
I just need to rip your mind, you just need to get in line
Because I'm through, of everyone telling me what I need to do
I'm DNA, people hate but I'll still forever stay true, motherfuckers

[Outro]
Yeah
You just never know, you know what I'm sayin'?
When I might decide to my gladiator helmet back on, ha
I don't know, maybe I fell off? What you think?
Can I take breaks for months, come back, and accomplish the hunt?
Oh good, I got internet now, I can post this shit