intro (Stunnah)
music is art, art is love so can u deal this this artists love?

can you feel how this artist starves, on a real, do you know how this artits carves
his heart for his art cos he starves for love, works his arse off and then writes his bars
ready to blast off but he wont chart even tho these flows are so damn hard


the souls damn scarred and no one cares, no damn chance to get it spared
he knows about it because he has been there before so you know you can burry him there

but not only people who knew him will ask what happened to him that this artist passed this fast
did he get caught by his past, "the voice bleeds from my heart"


vers 1 (True)
t spit from the heart, it be pumping these bars until i depart i remain at large
freed from the law, doggy, i am at war or love, trying to break through like the doors,

through walls, envision my life as a chore, gotta get mine, thats taking it all
stay on my grind, penning that raw, my homies do dig, can you hear them applaud?


they listening to the boy stunnah and true, top gunners my dude, we aint never been flukes
and whatever we do we take over like coups and run the whole %#@! like we never been new
and we always know how, what and when to do like everytime that we had to choose

we always end up having made the right move, always pulled through eventual-

ly when im bending the word at its ending to form a grammatical accurate sentence

whos best in the business seems just a rhetorical question, no guessing but dropping my name is the lesson
you getting when listening to t in action, dropping damn puns, you aint grasping
dropping damn %#@!s with an accent, outdoing the best when im rapping, im


struggling, hustling, earning my dimes, impatiently waiting to shine,
awaiting impatiently my moment to sign at the dotted line

till then i hold on to a mission $$#igned, working my way up, got ladders to climb,
climbing those ladders, one run at a time until i run %#@! or just run outta time.



hook (Mutz)
the voice bleeds from our heart (the voice bleeds from our heart),

the words reflect our soul (the words reflect our soul),
the tears drop out in vain (the tears drop out in vain)
reflecting all my pain to black out.


verse 2 (Stunnah)
art is love and love can disturb and though heartbeats can hurt they hardly get heard

our ears are def, our eyes are blind, our senses are numb and we dont find no time
caus were getting dumb from getting dumped, emotions are junk, get wasted, get drunk
cause instant highs come cheap these days but is it really right to live this way


loves true meaning is barely seen, were dreaming of love but we barely feel
if we ever wake up from that dream we barely see, eyes closed, blindfold, ice cold,

no love, die slow, dice roll, tears dry slo and we cant reveal
were stuck in the system, were all $#&@ing victims, we need to reveal that we keep standing still.


but knowledge is power and knowledge is ours, acknoledge that knowledge can build or devour
i tried to summon on my courage for hours to figure out that %#@! is due for a change
but unfortunately we refuse to change, were working for small fortunes or for fame

torturing ourselves and think that our way must be right cause thats what society sais.

like were trapped in a cage, can we ever get bailed out

were sentenced to life and we fade out, were destined to mention that our progression
is only a lesson and whatever happens, we cant be forgettin
that music and art and expression could be our way out. the only way for me is to say it loud.


hook (Mutz)
the voice bleeds from our heart (the voice bleeds from our heart),

the words reflect our soul (the words reflect our soul),
the tears drop out in vain (the tears drop out in vain)
reflecting all my pain to black out.


the voice bleeds from our heart (the voice bleeds from our heart),
the words reflect our soul (the words reflect our soul),

the tears drop out in vain (the tears drop out in vain)
reflecting all my pain to black out.


the voice bleeds from our heart,
the words reflect our soul to black (to black) out.