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Side Step Em'

Album: Shaolin Yankee
By:
JC - The Truth

Duration

5:13

Genres

Urban

Description

When people get in your way and try to hold you back from your dreams, only thing you can do is Side Step Em'.

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Lyrics

HOOK: When these haters on my sac When these chicken heads laugh When these FEDS on my back Can I get slack? REPEAT That’s when I side – Step all the weak, and no I will not quit Till’ God puts me to sleep Snow, rain, sleet I will sweep every street Every hood, every block, Till’ its mission complete. VERSE 1: Ask in my hood, back in PG Bout the problems that I had in the streets I was constantly up to no good Knock on some wood, escaped from the teeth of the beast. So I cut all ties Mom wouldn’t know if I died Pops missed a lot of my life So I said fuck it, why should I sit here and cry Time is the one thing I just ain’t got. Threaten my life, chin to the sky, Fuck it I’m out, If you hate me then fine. Get in my way, I’ma step to the side. If you get in my face, I’m committing a crime. Quote me now, underground is my life Striving to fight, like Kimbo Slice Times were dark, but they gave me sight. Now I keep my eyes wide, and don’t blink twice. Lived on the streets, lived in my car Understand now, God has brought me so far Should’ve been chalked, never got caught They’d rather see me dead than walk, real talk. Everytime that I release What is beneath The grease I’m truly complete No you can never be me Can’t you see That it’s JC – The Truth You ain’t fuckin wid me. HOOK VERSE 2: This, is my testimony of hell Should be in jail, waiting for bail Satan is hunting for me, you see So I can-not fail, I will prevail. Very persistent, want you to listen Life is too short to be wasted on bitches Distractions be setting me back, so… I gotta stay focused on business. Most rappers, they can’t see the difference Ain’t got my mental, they’re far from my level, They color with crayons and stencils While I paint with Oil and Tempera. Potential, vast and relentless Credentials, Impressive Intentions, learn from my lessons Help people see from a message. Lift spirits high to sky Some doubt, but I’m never gonna stop Some doubt, that I’ll make it to the top Born on the bottom, How can I not? Everytime that I release What is beneath The grease I’m truly complete No you can never be me Can’t you see That it’s JC – The Truth You ain’t fuckin wid me. HOOK VERSE: 3 Surviving since I was minor No poet got music this fire Make re-hires wanna retire Got royalty calling me sire. I murder tracks like I’m Michael Myers Liar, I’m like the Roman Empire Conquering cities with ease, cease Weak, who don’t believe in a dream. I’ve always thought like a professor Cause I’ve always been grounded and centered Don’t waste your time testing my knowledge My knowledge can never be measured. Far from cocky, just speaking the facts Watch my temper it likes to react The past, stays in the past But lasts, giving me reasons to hunger for cash. Giving me reasons to hunger for life Caught myself many times paying the price Scratching my head, you’d of thought I had lice Figured it out, now I’m aiming precise. Everytime that I release What is beneath The grease I’m truly complete No you can never be me Can’t you see That it’s JC – The Truth You ain’t fuckin wid me. HOOK END

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