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letra de no one disrespect me - mc truth

[verse 1: mc truth]
yo, yo… check it, uh
mc truth in the building, no gimmicks, no lies
brooklyn to the bronx, real heads recognize
turn my mic up, let the vinyl spin —
this that back-alley sermon where the truth begin
i’m from the era where the cypher decide your fate
where the rhyme sharp as razors and the stakes was great
no tiktok dances, no clout in disguise
you had bars or you vanished — that’s the natural prize

see i’m scribblin’ scriptures on composition pads
with the ink of ambition, the hunger i had
every block got a prophеt, every stoop a rhyme
i was prеachin’ in the projects like a poet divine

i spit paragraphs heavy like a preacher’s tone
taught truth through the pain, through the speakerphone
when i speak it’s cold facts, not a rumor in sight
every verse is a streetlight that’s cut through the night
uh, we bring the truth to the youth, no lies in the booth
mc truth stay raw, bullet-proof with the proof
from the crates to the cuts, djs scratchin’ the vibe
it’s that ’94 feel — the real never died
i’m from the 1-train rumble, the subway tales
graffiti dreams painted on the iron rails
i learned math from dice, and science from fiends
and how to build kingdoms from abandoned dreams
[verse 2: mc truth]
my mama said “boy, your words gon’ pay,”
so i prayed to the rhythm, let the struggle decay
now the beats baptize me, the crowd say “preach!”
when i rhyme, it’s a sermon that the real ones teach

got a chip on my shoulder from the system’s weight
but my flow been liftin’ like the hands of fate
i ain’t chasin’ no fame, i’m retracin’ my roots
from the mic to the mind, i’m displayin’ the truth

bring it back — no gimmicks, no filters, no cap
just notebooks, heart, and a boom-bap clap
it’s the essence, the lesson, the spark inside
mc truth on the mic — the real never dies

so when the lights dim low and the beat still ride
you can feel every word like a tear inside
i ain’t rappin’ for the charts, i’m rappin’ for my kin
for the brothers in the struggle who refuse to give in. (mic check)
so salute to the legends who paved this lane
big l, big pun, and the ghost remain
nas taught me god’s son, pac taught me pain
now mc truth carry both in the vein

from the corner store cypher to the stage light gleam
i’m the echo of a decade still chasin’ a dream
if you listen close enough you can hear my creed —
“the truth don’t die, it plant a seed.”

- mc truth

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