Born in the late 70’s he had to grow up quickly when he lost his Father at the age of 11. He and his siblings bonded over their loss, and with the unwavering love and support of his Mother and late grandparents the family managed to get through some challenging times. Even though he was showered with love and he found solace within the walls of his home, outside he had to navigate a treacherous, poverty stricken world of drugs, violence and gangs. Mysonne kept himself out of trouble with sports and education. He competed in the famous Rucker Park Basketball leagues with NBA greats, Allen Iverson, Stephon Marbury and Rafer “Skip To My Lou” Alston. The same way that he made a name for himself on the courts he was putting in work in the hip hop community. Mysonne was learning the rap game battling artists like Shyne and DMX and taking over the mix tape circuit. In the late 90’s it seemed like Mysonne was on top of the world. He was appearing on magazine covers, killing the mix tape game, his son was born and he scored a major deal with the iconic record label, Def Jam. However, things quickly took a turn for the worse, his debut album was never released and he was convicted on two counts of armed robbery. To this day Mysonne maintains his innocence but unfortunately he still had to serve years in prison.
As soon as he was released in 2006, Mysonne rededicated his life to his career. He has been working diligently reestablishing himself in the trenches, constantly releasing new videos and rocking stages. He is known for the brutal honesty in his lyrics over ridiculous, heart pounding beats. His astonishing first person accounts of street life always push the envelope of rap music. He has appeared on numerous radio shows including most of the shows on Sirius radio. He has also been a guest on the shows of Wendy Williams, Ed Lover and Funkmaster Flex. Even though record labels have thrown contracts at him left and right, Mysonne has decided to remain independent to deliver exactly the type of music that his fans want. He is currently on tour with Game and Black Wall Street on the R.E.D. Album Tour and he is preparing to go overseas internationally. Mysonne is ready to prove to the world that the “General of New York” is here to stay.
The truth
Mysonne Lyrics
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All that shit mixed in
OK let's do this
The FUCK y'all niggas want? (I want the truth!)
Y'all niggas want problems? (I want the truth!)
The FUCK y'all niggas want? (I want the truth!)
You niggas want problems? (You can't handle the truth!)
The FUCK y'all niggas want? (I want the truth!)
Y'all niggas want problems? (I want the truth!)
(You want answers?) (I want the truth!)
(You can't handle the truth!)
Yo, h-yo y'all niggas see the stripes, and ignore my rank
We goin' do this like pirates now, walk the plank
I don't know what niggas think, there's none above me
Problem Child General, nigga thugs love me
You want me to prove it's real, use this steel
catch a body, and move to Brazil?
But then how you goin' breathe, when your lungs ain't there?
Comin' in your buildin', and my sons is there
with they hands by they waist cause they guns is there
Now y'all see how this shit turn from fun to fear
But y'all don't play fair, so why should I?
Get you hit by the same nigga that got you high
Put two up in your side, and watch you cry
And I know you can't survive but I'm a watch you try
Say goodbye, y'all niggas ain't bulletproof
You want what? y'all niggas can't handle the truth, yo
[Chorus: x2]
The truth is... it's too late for a truce
The truth is... y'all niggas ain't bulletproof
The truth is... Mysonne is the truth and
(You can't handle the truth!)
Ah-yo the truth is, I'm young pretty and ruthless
And I peel quick and steal shit, cause I'm lootless
So don't confuse realness, with music
Yeah you got a gun but you scared to death to use it
Your hand shakin', you can't take the kickback
So whoever gun you borrow nigga give it back
'Cause you lack the heart it takes for gunplay
You ain't ready to have shootouts in the broad day
My niggas bustin' while they drivin' down the one-way
y'all niggas better pack y'all bags and run away
I mean this fam, I'm makin' niggas disappear
It ain't a game, and I think I made that crystal clear
(I think so) Shit is official here, so you don't want to start this
'Cause you too light, to get caught up, in the darkness
Stabbed up, left hemorraghing, on a park bench
You threaten mines? FUCK YOU, pardon my French
[Chorus]
Okay, you been forewarned, so y'all niggas better recognize
Problem Children, don't forget the weapon ties
I specialize in warfare and rippin' tracks
And if it's war, then we ALL in with different gats
or different bats, just keep spittin' this and that
Just keep talkin', yo' ass goin' end up missin' black
You not goin' listen til I'm yo' ear with the mac
or you in the air, your spirit just lookin' back
I done it all, from pimpin' hoes to cookin' crack
Approachin' crews dolo, like what y'all lookin' at?
I earn respect, that's why I wonder why me?
Thorough to this, so why y'all still want to try me?
That's alright, y'all niggas know where to find me
Up in the Bronx somewhere, that's where I be
Probably with my niggas shootin' lead off the roof
See I told ya, y'all can't handle the truth
[Chorus]
The lyrics to Mysonne's song The Truth express his frustration with those who underestimate him and his ability to handle any situation, asserting that he is the truth and that others cannot handle his truth. The opening lines of the song indicate that he is ready to mix sarcasm and anger together to prove his point. He questions what others want from him and challenges them to handle the truth. Mysonne then asserts his rank, claiming that none are above him and that he is a Problem Child General who is loved by thugs. He goes on to ask if he should catch a body and move to Brazil to prove his realness, but questions how he would breathe without his lungs. He then describes a scenario where he and his sons are armed, turning a situation from fun to fear. He concludes that people cannot handle the truth.
The lyrics to Mysonne's song The Truth demonstrate his skill at mixing humor and aggression as he asserts his own abilities and exposes how others cannot handle the truth. He combines wordplay, metaphors, and rhymes to take apart his opponents strategically, all while building up his own prowess as a Problem Child General. The song reflects his confidence and determination to keep fighting to prove himself to those who doubt his abilities.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah I want the sarcasm, with the anger
I'm looking for a mix of sarcasm and anger in this song
All that shit mixed in
I want a mix of different emotions in this song
The FUCK y'all niggas want? (I want the truth!)
What the hell do you guys want? I want the truth
Y'all niggas want problems? (I want the truth!)
Do you guys want to start something? I just want honesty
You niggas want problems? (You can't handle the truth!)
If you do want problems, you won't be able to handle the truth
Yo, h-yo y'all niggas see the stripes, and ignore my rank
You guys see the reputation I have, but don't respect me enough
We goin' do this like pirates now, walk the plank
We're about to start something intense, so brace yourselves
I don't know what niggas think, there's none above me
I don't understand why people underestimate me, there's no one better than me
Problem Child General, nigga thugs love me
I'm the leader of the tough guys, these dudes love me
You want me to prove it's real, use this steel
If you want me to prove my point, I'll use my gun
catch a body, and move to Brazil?
Should I kill you and flee the country?
But then how you goin' breathe, when your lungs ain't there?
What are you gonna do when you can't breathe anymore, after I kill you?
Comin' in your buildin', and my sons is there
If I come to your place with my guys, you'll see how real it gets
with they hands by they waist cause they guns is there
My guys always carry guns, so watch out
Now y'all see how this shit turn from fun to fear
You'll see how things escalate from fun to scary
But y'all don't play fair, so why should I?
Since you guys don't fight fair, why should I?
Get you hit by the same nigga that got you high
I'll get your drug dealer to shoot you, since he's the reason you're high
Put two up in your side, and watch you cry
I'll shoot you twice and watch you suffer
And I know you can't survive but I'm a watch you try
I know you can't make it through, but I'll still enjoy watching you try
Say goodbye, y'all niggas ain't bulletproof
It's over for you, you're not invincible
Ah-yo the truth is, I'm young pretty and ruthless
The real truth is that I'm young, handsome, and merciless
And I peel quick and steal shit, cause I'm lootless
I steal stuff because I have nothing and I need money
So don't confuse realness, with music
Don't mistake my authenticity for a performance
Your hand shakin', you can't take the kickback
You're too scared to even hold a gun steady
So whoever gun you borrow nigga give it back
If you're not going to use that gun, give it back to the owner
My niggas bustin' while they drivin' down the one-way
My guys will shoot from a moving car
y'all niggas better pack y'all bags and run away
You guys better run for your lives
I mean this fam, I'm makin' niggas disappear
I'm not joking, I'll make people vanish
It ain't a game, and I think I made that crystal clear
This is not a joke, and I've made that very clear
Approachin' crews dolo, like what y'all lookin' at?
I'll come to confront a whole group of you guys, alone
I earn respect, that's why I wonder why me?
I've gained respect from people, so why do you still try to test me?
Thorough to this, so why y'all still want to try me?
I'm experienced and skilled at this, so why do you still want to challenge me?
That's alright, y'all niggas know where to find me
It's fine, you guys know where I can be located
Up in the Bronx somewhere, that's where I be
I'm usually in the Bronx, somewhere around there
Probably with my niggas shootin' lead off the roof
I'll be chilling with my guys, shooting guns off a rooftop
See I told ya, y'all can't handle the truth
As I've said before, you guys can't deal with the truth
Lyrics © Missing Link Music
Written by: DAVID CERATI
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