The truth hurts, hard pill to swallow. Leader of the pack, I'll never follow. You can't see that, Where's ya head, Sleepy Hollow, Pen game sick, Spit gospel, write a novel. Fire in the booth, Make mics melt, Put ya soul on the track, They hate love ya self. It's all about expression, Grind study lessons, Hip Hop forever, You got any questions? heavens Verse 1: They say the truth hurts, but I ain't afraid to speak it I'm like 2Pac, raw and real, no need to tweak it In this world full of lies, I'm the voice of the streets Spitting rhymes so deep, like a river that never retreats I paint pictures with my words, exposing the deceit Unmasking the corruption, making the powerful feel the heat From the East to the West, my message will never cease I'm the truth-teller, bringing justice, piece by piece Verse 2: They try to silence me, but I'm a rebel with a cause 2Pac's spirit runs through me, breaking all their laws I shed light on the darkness, exposing their facade I'm the voice of the voiceless, fighting for the underdog From the projects to the suburbs, my words hit hard My flow is like a bullet, piercing through their guard I'm a lyrical soldier, standing tall and strong My rhymes resonate, like the echoes of a freedom song Verse 3: They can't handle the truth, so they try to shut me down But I rise like a phoenix, wearing truth as my crown My words are weapons, tearing down their lies I'm like 2Pac reincarnated, bringing truth to their eyes I spit fire on the mic, my passion never dies I'm the voice of the people, my lyrics never compromise They can't erase my legacy, I'm here to make a change The truth hurts, but it's the only way we'll break these chains