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Annodomini on the beat... I had some sh*** to get off my chest... the rest is history.
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My new album "METAMORPHIC" is out now on all major streaming platforms. Visit my official website www.jcthetruth.com for more details!
What's up, my name is JC and I've been writing and producing music since 2004 as an independent hip-hop artist. You can check out my entire library here on Soundclick (which includes mixtapes) or play my albums on major streaming platforms such as Spotify, Apple Music, iHeart Radio, Amazon, Napster and Soundcloud.
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Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
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#12,011 in subgenre Peak #25
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Peak #146
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Lyrics/Mix by: JC - The Truth
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For Promotional Use Only
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March 11, 2008
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:37
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JC – THE TRUTH ANNO DOMINI BEATS CRUNCH TIME VERSE 1: I wrote these rhymes here, I’m spitting, back in 01 So REALLY you can call this track here, An old ONE. I’m throwing it back Man my rhymes BEEN stacked I had to pull out a dust buster For this rap. It’ll pay back But I’m not Mel Gibson Somebody needs to tell Russell Simmons I spit wicked… Vision past ANYBODY Who sees 20/20 I see 360… And I NEVER spin 50 Ain’t it funny People change when they get money Aint’ NO dead president Making ME ugly. Haters make me cough Yea they make my nose runny. I’m allergic to jealous bitches That’ll NEVER touch me. I don’t need playboy bunnies As a fuck buddies I gotta real woman Not a hoe dummy. I came from the crumby slums Of concrete streets So I know when something’s dirty You get what you see. You get what you give I ALWAYS give my heart That’s why fans drop jaws When these lips part. HOOK: I’ma keep spittin rhymes Till I embrace pine. I’ma big fan of lines, But not the white kind. Say what you wanna say sucka’s Cuz I’ma get mine. Ain’t got time for whining and dining Cause it’s crunch time. VERSE 2: If I ever quit music I’d be a man apart Cause me and hip-hop’s like this Two fingers crossed. Cause me and hip-hop’s like this Two palms clinched Cause me and hip-hop’s like this A gripped fist. Step back, and give me slack I swing quick Got scars on my face Cause I can take a hit. Use to be a scrapper Now I’m just a grown man Spit intelligent Be peaceful and understand. But if you disrespect me My friends or fam I’ll rip your motherfuckin throat out With my bare hands. God give me strength I try to be a good Christian But these people don’t wanna listen To a peaceful vision. They think it’s soft They don’t understand my mission They’d rather follow mainstreamers They don’t see the difference. I even deliver better Sniper scope precision Scalping skinny-slim snakes Slimy sucker submission. Ya’ll cats keep acting Like I’ve been lost and found. But I’ve been around Like a motherfuckin King crown. I’ve seen so many big mouth bitches Fold under pressure Like snitches interrogated In the private sector. Think they won’t tell Watch when times get tough They’ll be folding Like a over dose of rum for lunch They’ll be folding Like a bad hand of poker son They’ll be folding Like a Janet Jackson belly crunch. No I’m not drunk. I don’t even touch liquor I don’t drink, I don’t smoke Yea, you wrongly figured. Ain’t you tired of wiggers Trying to use the word nigga’ Ain’t you tired of racists Calling black people niggers Shut the fuck up Stop trying to be black Racists make me sick Ya’ll define the phrase “white trash”. I’m an Irish Mick You bitches making us look bad Change the way you think Or you’ll end up in a body cast. Shit worse than that You’ll end up in a deep ditch Then you’ll never know What a happy life could’ve been. Sound a little grim? Then take me off your fuckin speakers When I chop tracks I swing a butcher meat cleaver. HOOK, REPEAT.
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Semimoto
Mar 27, 2009
Hot sh** Homie lyrics And Flow Matched The Beat Great My Dude Was realling Feeling It Come Check Out My Newest Gotta Get Mine