True Love

[Apathy:]

Yeah, we'll do the old school shit for 'em

Do I love you? Do I lust for you?

Am I sinner cause I do them too?

Would you let me know, right now please?

Is it true love?

I wanna find a perfect mate who know about "The Purple Tape"

A lot of bitches perpetrate, imper-per-per-per-personating

Something that's real, something that's raw

Something that the neighbours can hear right through their walls

John Lennon and Yoko, Jesus and Mary Magdalene

Something very passionate, love you like I loved my starter jacket

Back in sixth grade, walked with a switch and got a switch blade

A badass chick can turn your badass bitch-made

I want a "Gangsta Bitch" like Apache says

Who raps like Lauryn Hill did on "Nappy Heads"

And fuck wearing lingerie, I be tearing you out of it

Put my tongue in your pussy and speak the Arabic alphabet

Better watch out, addictive as a sort of new drug

You better look out, I'm on the corner pumping "True Love"

So be true, they can go just as quick as they come

Don't ever try to play me out hun, cause I ain't the one

This is dedicated to you just for the love of it

Not that radio R&B, I really can't fuck with it

All my old school shit, no you can't have it

But when it gets cold, I'll let you wear my jacket

Still kind of immature, I'll call your ex-man a faggot

Shit he ain't doing nothing anyway, there's no static

In my Cleopatra, even after all of the fights

I might tell you that I'm wrong even though I was right

That's true love

[Phonte:]

Uh, aiyyo I used to have this Hip Hop chick

In the crib rocking T-shirt and her flip-flop shit

Had the sweetest little smile that would shine so fine

And plus she knew the whole "Illmatic" line for line

As I think back I guess she was just tryna find

Herself and her wealth with all the beats and rhymes

I used to pull up to the side real close and say "Baby

It's cool to love rap but don't forget to be a lady"

I tried to buy her heels, all she wanted was dunks

Tried to get her manicures but she was not copping

Took her to the club so we could do our slow dance

And they played Marvin Gaye and her ass start pop-locking

Aww, didn't have time to play with it

So I just went the other way with it, got this all pretty hoe

I mean this high maintenance "Sex in the City" hoe

All the time borderline, Raphael Saadiddy hoe

So I'm chilling with this fashionista

Watching VH1 Soul on the couch lamping

They close "Slam" by Onyx and she asked

"Ay baby, when did the guy from Moesha start rapping? "

Man, a nigga could've fell through the floor

But it was right then and there when I solved the riddle

My women can't be a head, but she ain't gotta be a airhead

Just love Hip Hop and meet me somewhere in the middle

True love