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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 • New School
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Peak #118
Peak in subgenre #24
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Produced By: Jeff Clark aka. JC - The Truth
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Produced By: Jeff Clark aka. JC - The Truth
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July 29, 2007
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:51
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REMEMBER ME By: JC – THE TRUTH Produced By: JC – THE TRUTH VERSE 1: These artists writin’ bout’ topics The rap game’s expecting I create to embrace facts Scientific, Inventive. Every time you go to flow The listeners finish it People rewind my rhymes man … Because I’m addicting em’. I got these artists thinking What a different predicament Sophisticated Mick Spittin sickness with quick-a-ness And what-chu know about making Hip-hop glisten? When your diamonds keep blinding Every single person that listens. I don’t need accessories Just a watch on my wrist From my chain, Dog tags hang, and swing as I spit. They call me T-H-E, T-R-U-T-H Producer/artist/entrepreneur Just Google my name. HOOK: I’m the truth The underground’s known poet My lyrics and flow were given to me God chose it. When I’m dead When our generation’s history I leave my legacy Ya’ll gonna remember me REPEAT VERSE 2: I don’t care if your 6’8” Or four foot one You need blood to stay alive And air in your lungs. So take a real deep breath Before you start yik-yakking Rapping, lip smacking, attacking And a matter a facting Around here People use an alternate action They feel threatened You could take a nap in a casket. I keep my mouth shut Mind my own damn business When people talk I look them in the eyes and I listen. Cause when you give respect People give that back And these youngins out here nowadays Need to digest that. These labels keep signing Club artists & thugs that can rap And I sit back as a poet Watchin’ weak rappers collapse, as I laugh. HOOK: VERSE 3: They say that life is wasted on the living But the difference between some of us Is that we look at life with different visions. Life’s a blessing, A curse at the same time A test, To see how we as humans progress If you hear my rhymes From duce, two zip, 01 You see how much I perfected my sound Flow, and approach. My goal is to better my life And spread these dreams So broke kids from the street Like myself can believe. In something other than everything You see in your neighborhood Crack, whores, bums, and weed 44 Desert E’s. Until you people see What the mainstream breeds I’ma keep my ass underground And spit in my crypt, while you sleep. HOOK: END
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