True - Beit Nun, Dan Bull, REDEyE

Yeah, yeah

Innit Records

Yo

Pro P

Yeah

Listen to me on this one

If I’m not stuck in the office then I’m pushing a product

Trying to recover my losses as I struggle to profit off it

But once I drop it they’re on it

Ready to blog it so you don’t have to spend a penny to cop it

Then you question why Ben isn’t dropping an album

Of songs that he’s proud of, disregarding probable outcomes

Do you not know the cost of running a house

And pressing a couple thousand records up?

Judging by that look on your mug I’m doubtful

But I love this enough to plough on

And putting my money where my mouth is is somethin' I’m proud of

I see you watching me through net curtains

So you must know that I’m pushing and networking, putting the leg work in

Beit is hungry and dead certain

That he isn’t done until there’s hundreds of heads turning

My best verses are still unwritten…

So you can’t write me off yet mate, it’s worth the wait for you to sit and

listen

Beit Nun

Not a chance I’ll be giving up on this, man

Dan Bull

The scene’s looking at me with a screw face

I’ve been lucky recently — my YouTube page

Has taken off at a phenomenally huge rate

But for every new fan there’s a new hater

Who never knew Dan but claims «You've changed

What’s with these upbeat tunes, you need to redo Safe!»

So what, you think I’m going to say «touché»

Stop making track for me, to do what you say?

You do not know me like I do my mates

I was in a comedy rock group in my youthful days

But you want honesty?

K, I need to lose weight

A new wardrobe and a new tube of toothpaste

See, I stay true daily to the music

Never lose faith or move away from my roots

If you’re tuned into my wavelength or frequency

You’ll do away with expectations, see me for me

See that I’m a work in progress, giving no less than my best

I’m not just blessed, I got better with my blood and sweat

So whether you think I’m a gimmick act or not

Listen to my back catalogue, and tell me that I’m not

One of the sickest of rappers

Ripping the tracks up with amazing flows and lyrics

Bringing it back to genuine rap

So much I basically overdid it

I’m over the limit

Going for the winning position, I hope to get it

By totally killing the competition

With songs I’m bringing, I live it

Yah

My mums tells me that I cuss too much

My pops says that I think through my nuts too much

Girl tells me that I’m slipping, and I’ve lost my touch

Late nights on the snake bites rots my guts

My brain tells me that I cane too hard

My mindframe is in pain, my mentality’s scarred

Landlord has just rejected my Barclaycard

I’ve got two days to pay, or vacate my yard.

Allow it

I’ve been around the block;

fucked about a lot

Fuck the penny, I’m still waiting for the pound to drop

See it’s a struggle, trying to hustle for the next pound

Sick of getting stressed out, life is just a let down

See I’ve been rhyming for a number of years, ain’t had a

Bit of success, but watched it come to my peers, so check it…

Now’s my time to make the bottle go pop

And ain’t gonna stop or give it up until I get to the top

So just watch me