What Up Truck

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[Intro] Truck North, Ash Roth Truck North, Ash Roth Truck North [Verse 1: Asher Roth] Not as easy as it sounds or looks It took books and books of read potions to cook this good Those blokes who rely on hooks, they won't last When they clash with the force of Truck North and Ash Rap's Eric Clapton, Ginger and Jack and Newest to Philly, call me Jeremy Maclin Travelin' to the land of Anglo-Saxon Comes back with a mustache and an accent Excellent, in my passed past I'm an axeman Chop down trees with the ease of a backhand Stashing my weed in the jeans of a best friend Baddest on beats if you ask 50 black men Facin-nating with the way I bring it back in Patiently waiting for the day I bring it back when Rap's been rated and degraded by our actions Lackin' any real creative or some passion That's when Ash collapses the trapdoor And happens to back them up into a corner store Let them go, or we call the coroner Yo, I'm torn, it's up to Truck North [Verse 2: Truck North] Yeah, then I came through like a sweeper set Burn after reading, don't let nobody see it Skydive off a roof if you want the juice The root of all evil bears the best damn fruit So what will he do through the cheers and the jeers? They shout like tears for fears in my ears I'm singing songs from the big chair They're like, "Slow it down, Northside, you're flying over our heads" That's when I told them "Speed up," then I turn the heat up So burn in the hottest winter ever when I speak up They say it's in the water Dumb too young, got smart too old Now it's all out of order It's sorta like a borderline horror to your comedy Kill 'em all one at a time like monogamy Got a double meaning, it's all depending on how you see it It's all in perspective I study misdirection so I divert attention like illusionist Houdini to the 'whodunits', who's new to this? "Not I" said the cat You're looking at a motherfuckin' veteran Better than you've ever been Better than you'll ever be The best rapper in the international vicinity And locally, I've been a G Stay chillin' with a Jasmine Guy type Ice cold, what would you do for a Klondike? North trying to get bucks like Eric Murdock Fresh to the coffin, the client won't spit out Pass flowers for the style I empower Your lady get wetter than a shower when I call her Yeah, I 'oughta, y'all niggas dead wrong Cause y'all been on that for way too long I'm way too strong and y'all so drawn like a stensil If I offended you, I meant to (Nigga) What to do, in the clutches of a cobra? Command the dance until the climate gets colder Hey yo Ash, where the stash at? Trapdoor in the Lincoln, four score And pass that