Lyssa True Poet - Before the Oath (Intro) Lyrics

Truth Serum
A drug able to induce a state in which
A person answers questions truthfully
Yo Lyssa True Poet on the mic
I bet you never heard the truth told like this
Heard a female emcee so cold til you play my shit
I give you Truth Serum maybe now our roles can switch
And you can mold that weak wrist into a flow that's sick
It's been over twelve months since I dropped my last project
Decided I'll record a new tape, stack some profits
They heard my song maybe seen my face
Know it's quiet before the storm
But it still will destroy your landscape
A secret handshake what separate us from y'all
Will we learn to adapt break our hymen for these laws
They fucking us
Ya daughter, ya sister, mother
Fingers all in that ass then raw dogging it with no rubber
Undercover trying to play us like the songs we creating
I ain't here for the taking modification and raping
I'm constantly concentrating, consciously celebrating
What you doing, focusing on furthering your education
Better be planning for a rainy year
Rainy days that's fairy tale
Round here it's real
Round here it's live
Round here we vibe
I pass the mic and let you kill yourself
Murderous suicide
That's why hoes don't want to feature
They sleepy, indica reefer
May have a couple bars, but rarely go deeper
I spit truth, they in hiding
And I'm the seeker
I got better introductions
Than most of your whole production
Rhyming cliches, I've polished my construction
Chefs call it reduction
I bring out the flavor
You minor, I'm major
In you I smell a hater
Stop acting like you doing me a mother fucking favor
True Poet
And you mother fucking know it
You fake like my silicone dick
You can blow it
Tell your bitch she can blow it
I bet you never heard the truth told like this
Heard a female emcee so cold til you play my shit
I give you Truth Serum maybe now our roles can switch
And you can mold that weak wrist into a flow that's sick

Truth Serum
A drug able to induce a state in which
A person answers questions truthfully
Yo Lyssa True Poet on the mic
I bet you never heard the truth told like this
Heard a female emcee so cold til you play my shit
I give you Truth Serum maybe now our roles can switch
And you can mold that weak wrist into a flow that's sick
It's been over twelve months since I dropped my last project
Decided I'll record a new tape, stack some profits
They heard my song maybe seen my face
Know it's quiet before the storm
But it still will destroy your landscape
A secret handshake what separate us from y'all
Will we learn to adapt break our hymen for these laws
They fucking us
Ya daughter, ya sister, mother
Fingers all in that ass then raw dogging it with no rubber
Undercover trying to play us like the songs we creating
I ain't here for the taking modification and raping
I'm constantly concentrating, consciously celebrating
What you doing, focusing on furthering your education
Better be planning for a rainy year
Rainy days that's fairy tale
Round here it's real
Round here it's live
Round here we vibe
I pass the mic and let you kill yourself
Murderous suicide
That's why hoes don't want to feature
They sleepy, indica reefer
May have a couple bars, but rarely go deeper
I spit truth, they in hiding
And I'm the seeker
I got better introductions
Than most of your whole production
Rhyming cliches, I've polished my construction
Chefs call it reduction
I bring out the flavor
You minor, I'm major
In you I smell a hater
Stop acting like you doing me a mother fucking favor
True Poet
And you mother fucking know it
You fake like my silicone dick
You can blow it
Tell your bitch she can blow it
I bet you never heard the truth told like this
Heard a female emcee so cold til you play my shit
I give you Truth Serum maybe now our roles can switch
And you can mold that weak wrist into a flow that's sick