The Truth

Lyrics

Rap is our way of life That's why we do what we like Born to rock the mic Like E F Hutton So don't say nothin' Just listen [Scorpio] Yo, yo, I am the man called Scorpio The one that's seen and never heard But, all my sons just running their mouth So, it's time for daddy to speak his words You see, the biggest problem about all the MCs Is I look good and they are ugly While they always gettin' together saying I'm not cool Their girls are out being my fools 'Cause I'm the first attractive exotic male To walk around town with beads in his hair To be stopped on the street by the people I meet Saying "Where you get your beads, 'cause you look so sweet?" Hey, for any fellas that think I'm gay I pull five girls right in your face I'm not saying that I'm the playboy king 'Cause I didn't make it up but I made it swing I spend more on spice than I do on clothes So how could they front that they got gusto They just barely make enough for a gram of blow To start hoping and praying for their next show But a brother like me, could rock it all day I'm much smarter than that, in my own way And you know what I'm saying is an actual fact 'Cause my Mercedes outside, where there's at? (Born to rock the house!) [Cowboy] Hey, check me out while I roll my game There's not another MC can make me feel shame My name is Cowboy, not given no slack I'm like 4-5-6, better known as headcrack I've been rocking that party eight years of my life Got shot with a gun and stabbed with a knife Had to pay my dues, had to learn the rules Had to separate the smart from all the fools People talk behind my back and never to my face But they make a clear path when I step in the place I can make them clap their and hands and stomp their feet Make 'em party to the rhythm seven days a week Make 'em shiver and shake, just like a earthquake Make the people dance, without a mistake I can cruise around the world, all accross the nation Get a big kick out of crowd participation Make them hip to the hop and all that stuff 'Cause the other MCs know I'm just too much My eyes are brown, my legs are bowed I can tell a MC right where to go I can get a young lady with the wave of my hand I can stretch out long like a rubber band Saying one for the treble and two for the bass 'Cause I'm Cowboy, to put a smile on your face (Born to rock the house!) [King Lou] K is for Kool, running through my veins I got, ice water blood, so I show no shame Intelligence is next, and that stands for I Is something you inherit and you cannot buy N is for night and for armor that shines Slaying other MCs with vicious style rhymes And G is for great to describe this man My name is King Lou, I got a master plan For the shores of Paris to the streets of Maine There's a certain reputation I got to maintain I got to, write the rhymes and say them well And if I don't do that, I know I've failed There's a few things I use to get me over They all fit together like a four-leaf clover First and most important is originality You gotta be innovative, versatile as can be Second on my list, you gotta know how to flake You got to make the crowd yell, cause a major earthquake Make 'em stop on the floor and scream for more From the very first minute that you walk in the door, huh Movin' right along to the end of the line You gotta get a fly girl on your devine Have 'em come to your shows wearin' nice fancy clothes Looking sharp as a thorn on the stem of the rose (Born to rock the house!) [Melle Mel] Melle Mel is potent, super high-powered To make other MCs feel devoured Taught all the MCs, the birds and the bees But they still can't get your young lady I'm the legend in leather, the lord of the rhyme If you can't see that, you must be blind I always wear black and I always will 'Cause I'm dressing for your funeral, huh Heads gonna roll and rappers gonna die And whoever want to battle, I'mma give 'em a try It ain't no pressure, you know I'm fresher 'Cause I was born to never be lesser It's more than the record and the show to me 'Cause I came here to set the world free From around the way, back in the days We got beat so you can get paid We made you a job, you two-bit slob Now you don't have to work, murder, steal or rob You got a little bit of fame and wealth Now you think that you did it all by yourself, huh I am you, but you ain't me Beause you didn't start rocking 'til '83 Melle Mel is the best that will ever exist And if I gotta be sucker, suck on this (Born to rock the house!) We're born, born, born, born To rock you, girl We're born, born, born, born To rock the world Ha, ha, ha, ha, huuh