Those Authentic by The Authentic Doc Lyrics
Verse 1:
With these sixteen’s I rip fiends quickly, and squish dreams to a pulp
I swallowed pride, hollowed my insides and followed my faults
To the root of the problem and solved them, ‘til they dissolved to froth
Honest to god, was the bawsest of concepts that evolved from Doc
I’m the Rather dapper Rapper, slackers scatter and patter in fear
Their jabber flappers don’t matter I lather in laughter and tears
I captured masters my captors were tracked and I gathered their factors
Snatched their patterns for my patchwork and after a year
My chatter's accurate and clear; I can finally see a light switch
Though I might twitch I’m not hesitant to fight bitch
Bring it; I’ll bring it back twice as forceful
You’re a midget; I’m a giant, who’s alive and immortal
I brought ignition into this competition
Everyone will witness my songs bring friction
Instincts have driven a vision from within
The mission? enlighten mankind with rhyme, rhythm and diction
No breaks, to go take, so don’t wait up
Verse 2:
Now who raps? Doc does
You slack off cause
You assume that few including you can choose Hakuna Mataha
But you cannot pause the Cocoon hatching monster
From crooning his mantra: keep cool and swoon like Sinatra
Swing it like a pendulum in a grandfather clock
I'd describe my position relative to the rocker as off
I found how to escape the matrix, although I haven’t made it
I work toward a day where I may say I’m no longer Copper top
When will these emcees realize I pose a threat?
Probs not until they've all lost and got broken necks
No thrown roses yet, it’s not as easy as open ses-
-ame to walk in and flock people like Moses led
The flows I pump are enough to leave ladies soaking wet
But it’d be a lie to say that I never broke a sweat
Believe me; I build the bars that only pros erect
Those in jest, supposing I’ll rest don’t hold your breath
It’s Divinity, within me spitting these written really
Verse 3:
I want to put aside this contest for a second of sincerity
Since barely truth gets spoke, those Authentic are a rarity
A needle in haystack, and when people say that
Evil has slain rap, its cause they only check in sparingly
No hazy future, this rap is my vocation
I chiseled at my craft like that of a stone mason
It leaves my feet to my head and back to my toes aching
I can tell my future’s like Hop’s: “That’s So Raven”
Time to put my money where Mouth is, reveal my real prowess
Now is, the time to find the horse and mount it
Summit my mountains, Knock madness down with round kicks
People search their whole lives for purpose
I lucked out and found this
With these sixteen’s I rip fiends quickly, and squish dreams to a pulp
I swallowed pride, hollowed my insides and followed my faults
To the root of the problem and solved them, ‘til they dissolved to froth
Honest to god, was the bawsest of concepts that evolved from Doc
I’m the Rather dapper Rapper, slackers scatter and patter in fear
Their jabber flappers don’t matter I lather in laughter and tears
I captured masters my captors were tracked and I gathered their factors
Snatched their patterns for my patchwork and after a year
My chatter's accurate and clear; I can finally see a light switch
Though I might twitch I’m not hesitant to fight bitch
Bring it; I’ll bring it back twice as forceful
You’re a midget; I’m a giant, who’s alive and immortal
I brought ignition into this competition
Everyone will witness my songs bring friction
Instincts have driven a vision from within
The mission? enlighten mankind with rhyme, rhythm and diction
No breaks, to go take, so don’t wait up
Verse 2:
Now who raps? Doc does
You slack off cause
You assume that few including you can choose Hakuna Mataha
But you cannot pause the Cocoon hatching monster
From crooning his mantra: keep cool and swoon like Sinatra
Swing it like a pendulum in a grandfather clock
I'd describe my position relative to the rocker as off
I found how to escape the matrix, although I haven’t made it
I work toward a day where I may say I’m no longer Copper top
When will these emcees realize I pose a threat?
Probs not until they've all lost and got broken necks
No thrown roses yet, it’s not as easy as open ses-
-ame to walk in and flock people like Moses led
The flows I pump are enough to leave ladies soaking wet
But it’d be a lie to say that I never broke a sweat
Believe me; I build the bars that only pros erect
Those in jest, supposing I’ll rest don’t hold your breath
It’s Divinity, within me spitting these written really
Verse 3:
I want to put aside this contest for a second of sincerity
Since barely truth gets spoke, those Authentic are a rarity
A needle in haystack, and when people say that
Evil has slain rap, its cause they only check in sparingly
No hazy future, this rap is my vocation
I chiseled at my craft like that of a stone mason
It leaves my feet to my head and back to my toes aching
I can tell my future’s like Hop’s: “That’s So Raven”
Time to put my money where Mouth is, reveal my real prowess
Now is, the time to find the horse and mount it
Summit my mountains, Knock madness down with round kicks
People search their whole lives for purpose
I lucked out and found this