RESPECT... give it, earn it, and don't f*** it up.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
By : JC The Truth
Mixtape: SHAOLIN YANKEE
HOOK:
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Dont got none for me
You can R-I-P
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Representin Shaolin
Outta NYC
Back up boy
Better back up boy
Back up boy
Better back up boy
Back up boy
Better back up boy
Bu-Bu
Bu-Bu
Back dat ass up.
VERSE:
Work 8 days a week
No Im not mainstream.
Im an underground vet
Breath beats in my sleep
Grind compare to a man
With a mouth full of sand
Teeth wore to the root
Till its gums and tounge
They pointed at me
Said yo Hes a hungry one.
I pointed back,
Said, Yup, till Im chubby son.
Yo, Fee-Fi-Foe-Fum
Wheres my grub
Saw a group of haters grillin
Grabbed a spoon and a cup.
Ill take him, him,
And that chump too
Put em in a crock pot
Make some beef b*** stew.
Cant stand fake thugs
Or lame ass crews.
If respect slapped their face
Theyd be like whos you?
You wont hear me on the tuner,
Catch my face on the news,
If you see me in the streets
Its cause Im paying my dues.
I dont need a bunch of ice
Or hood tattoos, to prove
How Im making moves
Cause Im JC The Truth.
HOOK:
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Dont got none for me
You can R-I-P
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Representin Shaolin
Outta NYC
Back up boy
Better back up boy
Back up boy
Better back up boy
Back up boy
Better back up boy
Bu-Bu
Bu-Bu
Back dat ass up.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Dont got none for me
You can R-I-P
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Representin Shaolin
Outta NYC
VERSE 2:
I can spit quick
If I want to
Flip lips, swiftness
Wid a twist
Any beat
I can flow like this
Respect the gift given
Like a present on Christmas
Gotta wish list
Check off the b*** es
Bring back hip-hop
That made a difference.
Not music
Made for the rich kids
But street hits
Storys with a mission
Vision is missing
Theres a stench in the wind and its potent
I stay devoted,
Though most of these phonies make it hopeless.
I stay focused
If you know me you already been told this
This is JC The Truth
The underground king of the poets.