True Indeed

True indeed, true indeed, true indeed
True indeed, true indeed, true indeed
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Yo, I know you're sick of the songs you been hearing
Try to get a signal but there's strong interference
From a lot of talk and it seems like they're yelling
There's so many hard rocks, not enough elegance
I try to tell 'em, intelligence is relevant
They don't get the picture, there's not enough development
I'm in the house in my element and
They running scared like a mouse to a elephant
Spit about a gun, I'm getting down for fun
I'm grown, 28 trips around the sun
In the zone, I got my pen and pad, headphones
And I start writing poems that I'm feeling in my bones
Pull my DNA, you'll probably see a microphone (Schematic)
Seems tragic but the lab is my home
The same place I lay my songs is the same place I lay my dome
So you know that it's on
While they're gone with the wind, I'm strong with the pen
My rhymes translate into dollars and yens
Serve up the flow like John McEnroe
You will see true indeed that it's actual factual
Not hearsay, gossip, or talk
Make believers out of haters when I'm rocking the spot
We got a deadline that I gotta get mine
Motivated by the stress, sometimes that's the best kind
Fourth quarter, you need a 3-pointer
Pass it to Surreal when he's posted in the corner
Pulls up for the shot and the basket'll fall
He's the go-to guy when your back's at the wall
Harmonize equinox in your mind's speakerbox
Shed light on the dark, rain clouds in your thoughts
The day shine and I serenade the bassline
I get busy but for rhythm I'll make time
The drums avalanche and you never had a chance
Buried by the funk when they bumped it in the dance
To all the true fans that been patiently waiting
For something to rock on heavy rotation (Here it is y'all)
Now start the celebration
But me and the pros gotta go back to the basement
No time for partying, no time for maxing
Too many artists out here are slacking
Carried away for this art love/hate
Put our blood, sweat and tears on a waxed-up plate
Back to the crate, unearthing the jams
And you know I gotta start writing verses again
To all my people that truly love hip-hop
You'll be head over heels when this drop
50 Bars of the truth you will need
It's Surreal in the booth getting loose, true indeed