True To This
Produced by Blunted Beatz
Written by Kitch
Verse 1
Yo, I'm such a perfectionist
But you think I'm directionless
Like I haven't noticed this
And still people call me out on my work rate
Shit, I was critiquing my flow on my birthday
I've had too many sleepless nights
Shut your mouth, you cant see my fights
It’s like I got a secret life
You don’t know that I’ve recorded songs in the studio
That will never be released, 'cause I feel like I've got more to show
'Cause I ain't tryna regret shit like I did with mountains
Ever since I released that song last year I’ve been doubting
Locked myself in my room like I've been grounded
Forcing myself to work on the way that I'm sounding
Do you know how it feels to work on dreams so hard?
But all I'm hearing is Ritchie in rap you'll never go far
Just stop, relax on the sofa
What you think ima agree and say definitely?
Like you know what’s best for me
You can't write my fucking destiny
Chorus
What hip hop is now I don’t think I’m use to it
I’m going mental like some sorta lunatic
'Cause it's like no one even cares about who can spit
But I swear man, i’m staying true to this
Verse 2
Forget your rap, i’ll spit with my sound
This ain't mountains, I got multi syllable rhymes now
It's time to pipe down or ima make you wipe out
'Cause I'm an artist you don't wanna start with
Even though you was getting paid at shows performing in front of crowds
I was broke at home listening to my parents rowls
Inspired by legends from QBC, the D, CPT
And here’s me
Tryna make it out of E17
I’m never gonna settle for just good enough
If I think it’s shit, I always will if I could adjust
'Cause I don't wanna be seen no more as a laughing stock
I wanna be known for someone who rapping their fucking arse off
But it’s hard when people tell me rap is a dead waste of time
'Cause that still plays in this headspace of mine
But I don’t care about anything else
'Cause if it wasn't for rap I'd still be stuck on a shelf
And maybe that's why
Chorus
What hip hop is now I don't think I’m use to it
I’m going mental like some sorta lunatic
'Cause it's like no one even cares about who can spit
But I swear man, I’m staying true to this
Verse 3
To all you rappers I'm not gonna let loose
The neck noose
Until I vent truth
And you're dead proof
The lack of righteousness
Makes me wanna fight this mess
And enlighten us
Into a full sense of security
Where the bullshit loses the
Audience bruises deep
Some rappers are just a comedy sight
I only spit what I think is honestly tight
If being real is wrong I don't wanna be right
Jealous rappers giving me the evil eye
Like his too good, he needs to die
When really you just don't appear to my
Skill set I've required
Wills that I've desired
Till fact I've retired
'Cause when I decide It's my time to thrive
I don't wanna be idolise but recognise that I've arrived
'Cause all I want out of rap is to be respected
I don’t care about seeing money collected
I just wanna be bloody accepted
Chorus
What hip hop is now I don't think I’m use to it
I’m going mental like some sorta lunatic
'Cause it's like no one even cares about who can spit
But I swear man, I’m staying true to this
About 'True To This'
In 'True To This', Kitch raps about how he feels the rap game has changed and there are only a few artists who are sticking to the genre's true colours.
Kitch talks about how he and other people doubted him, but this has only pushed him further.
By using complex rhyme schemes to add emphasise that lyricism doesn't hold importance anymore, Kitch expresses his feeling about this new era of rappers. The intro is taken from the Gangstarr track 'Peace of Mind'. Kitch used this sample because
Standout lyric:
'If being real is wrong, I don't wanna be right'
Release date:
1st March 2018
