Tru verse 2nd - 
When its tru tecknique on the bill stand still for a mind so ill /
And you feel ever word im spitting  cuz you know every bar for real/
The deal is I been a loner its just part of my persona/
But ive used my words and rythem to wake up from in this coma/
 You’ve been warned so you best tread lightly I sharpen my weapons nightly/
And Im mighty amongst the titans on the mic no god could smite me/
Come try me if you think im bluffin it aint nothing for me to slay you/
And Im busting with some of the sickest when Im spitting with hood poet crew/
We gon make you respect craft coming after this group of masters/
Its disaster that’s come so fast that you never will fully capture/
And wont grasp it or even catch what just happened through all the laughter/
You masking away the pain from the wrath of the massive stature/
Come after me and ill meet you if we  battle then Ill defeat you
When I speak through these words im writing and a beat I will depleat crews/
  its kind of inevidable when teck on the mic he gon sever your hold/
He bust in this game like the juggernought tho he walk in the building he stealing the show/
He give her the feeling you like where she go  you asking around but nobody know/
And you get the the front of the stage and to your amazement you see teck wit cha ho/
Hah but you know that just part of the game/
Don’t mean disrespect best keep her in check  to tecknique they all just the same/
They step in my lane we get the talking  music Im playing got her eyes stalking/
If I don’t  don’t spit it so ill then maybe they will not be jocking so often/
But I be dropping steady this music kick on a beat and tecknique abusing/
Watch me infuse the sound like I do and learn how im building this movement/


Never Try us - Hooded Poets , Tru Tecknique , and Face.

Tru Tecknique