笨小笨The Truth歌词由Visionobi&Philth演唱，出自专辑《Weather The Storm (Explicit)》，下面是《The Truth》完整版歌词！
The Truth歌词完整版
The Truth - Visionobi/Philth
Lyrics by：Phil Robinson/Richard Twaites
Composed by：Phil Robinson
Arranged by：Phil Robinson
I'm haps when I'm spitting written sagas of a nomad
True to the cause moving like Galahad
Flows so cold they will leave a man chaps
Man will roll to the dance with a team of comrades
Others compete but they ain't got the knack
They try reenact need to seckle relax
On some shady missions I'm rapping 'til I collapse
This music made me the man I am that's why I been
Trapped since the beginning when there was first contact
Immersed in the culture an escape gift wrapped
Foundation surviving the test of time intact
System shakes your organs until it causes a prolapse
Feasting out here don't deal with no scraps
Sit in the slow lane get overlapped
In the underground movement learn to adapt
See the hidden irony history recapped
These man's spitting bars that warrant a slow clap
I manoeuvre in waze some ain't got a map
No time to spit nonsense I spit facts
For the music and mayhem I gwarn like a cat
Every single weekend is another relapse
Pass the tequila ain't drinking no schnapps
Turn up to a dance armed with multiple wraps
My material highgrade it's getting dispatched
The real question can you handle the truth
The real question can you handle the truth
The real question can you handle the truth
The real question can you handle the truth
The real question can you handle the truth
The real question can you handle the truth
The real question can you handle the truth
The real question can you handle the truth
The real question can you handle the truth
The real question can you handle the truth
Your a parody playing a part in a spoof
Aiming for the top better get in the queue
Think there's a fast track been huffing balloons
Drowned in the madness message don't cut through
Some think they know my story but they ain't got a clue
Preconception is poison gossiping is shrewd
If you don't know the half of it don't let your lips move
Focus on yourself ya bumbaclart nincompoop
See me in a rave probably getting loose
Find me on the dancefloor our gang rendezvous
Catch a vibe do or die cause a hullabaloo
In my thirties but I feel 22
Cycling cycles self abuse
Caught in a loop everyday deja vu
This ain't something that people just dip in to
A life long love that became the glue
Lost in the music where I find solitude
Whether riding a high or feeling blue
Give myself to this movement bleed on a tune
Write my own history without further ado
An open book real life nonfiction for you
Honest about struggles hope to lift someone's mood
Art's main purpose relate to the roots
It's bigger than any man that's the truth
The truth
