The Truth

[Verse One: Prevail] For the love of it all, I suffered the fall From golden halls to closed in walls Foes and those clothed in shawls With eyes that glow, defy the crow My ancient interpretation’s a show A convict on Diamond Row The field of ice heals the laboratory mice Physically cylinder breaks won’t suffice The compact zone reforms your whole life Oracles that boost the concept of the ice We only dwell among those that wave the fire sign Engravings in caves are what turn those men blind It’s a line, between what you believe and what you feel The suckas never talk because we cut their guts with steel I stay away from those, I play until the breaker blows It’s your fate to have to take your breath in intervals The great and invincible, we instate the critical Old work and new work, congress and citadel It will kill more people than they expect Because blood and revolt go hand in neck And that’s the truth [Chorus] We could get torn from limb to limb We could get torn from limb to limb Man, you crazy, thinking you can faze me [Crosstalk: Oh, Yo] We could get torn from limb to limb [Crosstalk: Yo man, you fucking wild’n out] Man, you crazy, thinking you can faze me [Crosstalk] [Verse Two: Mad Child] Fuck that little kid in the front row when I was on stage Talking about let’s hear Mad Child start freestyling And fuck them kids from the island Just ‘cuz I was drunk outside of a club Arguing with my ex-girlfriend, straight fucking wild’n Why you think they call me Mad Child, ‘cuz I’m always smiling I’m a violent sentence stylist, still bred to annihilate Backpack and a bus pass to give you the right to violate I already did that shit, shoplifting for kicks Bombing, tagging with my friends back in 1986 But one day we all new we wanted and brand new Mercedes and shit Didn’t talk amongst ourselves like a bunch of young ladies with dicks Don’t try to tell me nothing about, Hip-Hop and virtues Rock Steady representative, you’ve just entered the circle Of underground kings that could hurt you, (break it down) ‘Cuz you worthless, you bitches serve no purpose Talk behind my back, but when I’m ‘round it makes you nervous (fuck that) ‘Cuz I grew up with gangsters, drug lords and curb surfers And still kept depth and substance in my verses Say one more fucking word I guarantee i’ll take this further [Chorus Fade Out] We could get torn from limb to limb We could get torn from limb to limb Man, you crazy, thinking you can faze me We could get torn from limb to limb