Eternal Lyrics

Truth Jones

And you know that

I'm never going to fold

I made vows to this music

I promise to hold

And it doesn't even matter

The records that are sold

As long as they know

That this ninja is cold

And you know who

I'm doing it for

I have two girls

Waiting for dad to explode

I have two brothers

Waiting for the world tour

And a bunch of cousins

Waiting for award shows

And not to mention

Hoes offering to remove clothes

And many more with hands out Like they are paying tolls

I swear these instagram vultures be killin me

Selling dreams

And stealing niggas identities

I can give you a million views

For fifty bucks

Shit is so tempting

When I am feeling stuck

But I just have to be persistent

Keep doing what I'm doing

Cause winning's intrinsic

Y'all should be paying me

For these lessons I'm giving

Instead of me paying you

For a student to listen

Professor Jones

Yea class is in session

Truth one oh one

How to use mics as a weapon

Turn to project four

Shooters Shoot

Here's your question

What makes an artist blow

Is it destined

Is it pure luck

Time and place

Manifested

If not

Then How in the Fuck

Is you getting the blessings

I'm not hating

But your shit is so doo doo

Don't belong on airwaves

belongs in a cesspool

All the more

The music industry

Got away with murder

I swear it's depressing

For the records

That they be pressing

Play on

Choosing to delay on

Folks like Joyner

Tobe and Truth Jones

Tracks that are ass

Get turned to gold and platinum

Can't even recite a lyric

It's so dumb

What's the point of a bar

When I raise it so high

No one knows where you are

Going to take over the kingdom

But my name ain't scar

I was born to be a king

Young simba's the call

I'm a Champ

Says it on my draws

Got Crack from the Ascension Of Truth

This is to help your withdrawals

With the figurative pen

I am goated

Y'all niggas gassed up

Lyrically bloated

People keep asking when I'm

Going to stop dropping

Probably the same time that bras stop popping

At day clubs stadium swim

Yes I go deep

Traded with the chiefs

But my name ain't Tyreke

Imitate drake

I rap, write and I sing Truth

You are not in my league

You're not even creative

So when it comes

To your judgments or the hating

I'm constipative

Which Means

I dont give two shits

When you debate the greatest

What comes out your loose lips

I'm a ten on the mohs scale

Tough as a diamond

Can only cut myself

Call it self harm shining

I'm in the building

And got everyone blinded

I saw this shit coming

Yea Extra Sensory Perception minded

I stay grinding

Eternally keep finding

New ways to express myself

Philosophically intertwined in

Two polynucleotide chains

Forming a double helix

Not talking fashion

With these genes

My thoughts are so hard

If you tried to maintain

They would give you a migraine

I'm arriving and I'm staying

Eternally engrained

Like stubborn wine stains

And I can't wait until the day

That the world knows

And remembers

My name Truth Jones