Shyheim is a rapper from Staten Island, and is a member of the Wu-Tang Kill… Read Full Bio ↴Shyheim is a rapper from Staten Island, and is a member of the Wu-Tang Killa Beez. He shot straight onto the scene with his debut Single On & On in 1993. A year later, only 14 years of age, he released his debut album, AKA The Rugged Child. Lyrically, he impressed rappers with a skill level that would make any hip-hop fan forget about his age altogether. As a native of Staten Island, NY, Shyheim even spent time living with Wu-Tang member Ghostface Killah. Shyheim released his second LP, The Lost Generation, in 1996. The acclaimed Manchild followed in 1999.

Discography:
AKA the Rugged Child (1994)
The Lost Generation (1996)
Manchild (1999)
The Greatest Story Never Told (2004)
Disrespectfully Speaking (2009)

True Story
Shyheim Lyrics

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(feat. King Just)

[Intro: King Just (Shyheim)]
From the top (uh) hehehe, yeah (Shyheim, nigga)
KJ (Yeah, now we got King Just, nigga)
10304 way (this the grain, man, you ain't shit to beef)
In the hallway

[King Just]
I heard them young boys coming up, I heard them old dudes
Givin' up, or takin' later, and they still want King Just
Is it a miracle? Nah man, he's lyrical
Physically fit, cuz, trust, it get's physical
It prescribed in the biblical, burn the ritual
Down to his very last mineral
I will finish you, with a finishing move
Gotta show and prove, and give Stella 'back her groove'
Always want to push a CL smooth, on the Staten Island Ferry
Love boat, it's where we cruise
Keep 'em in two's, like Noah did, the flow'll spit
With a car, that'll talk back to your ass like Kit
Michael Knight two thousand and four, can you endure
The north shore, what the fuck, you think we came for?
Ain't no standin' around, you clown, we get down
All you unidentified aliens, head out of town
Cue mix down, pass the Remy round, Bottom Up
King Just, I still hold my crown, I'm next up, what

[Chorus: King Just (sung)]
You ain't got nothin' for us
You can't see Shy or King Just
Why actin' like you wanna start some beef?
You betta stay in your place now
You ain't got no wins, no how
We are the hottest shit that's out the streets

[Shyheim]
I was on the run, gettin' drunk, smokin' wet, poppin' ecst'
With two outstandin' fugitive warrants for my arrest
Owed a debt to society, one day I will pay
But I fell in love, in L.A., and decided to stay
Livin' on the edge, the Dom 'Cino, wired me bread
Til' he got snatched by the feds, it fucked me up in the head
He kept it thorough, he ain't tell 'em, I invested dope for the dough
He told me keep flowin', cuz for him it ain't no hope
Now this is real conversation, and for little to next to nothing
Conversation, RZA let me spit on compilations
I'm like, "Cool, but how ya'll gonna put Snoop and not me on The W?"
It was politicals as usual, and I hated it
So I got my weight up with my pen, and made some greater hits
Now the whole world say my shit
Livin' on the borderline of life or death
Livin' to die, dyin' to live, life or death
Don't except shit, but a funeral of kisses and flowers
My own homies don't love me, they just respect my power
Started wildin', moms paid drugs more attention
Ended up down state, B-Block reception
But The Source and XXL ain't mentioned it
Clan ain't holla at the God and send me out
Guess that's the same reason, Dirty with The Roc now
But I'm home on the grind, with a rhyme and a nine
With some paper set aside, for ya body and son
It was about time, my nigga, we definetly gon' pop
And thought you just gon' deal with the cops?
Chill Shy, but I can't hear it, cuz the dust sepa'
Ran it for my mind, and my body, for my spirit

[Chorus]

[Outro: Shyheim]
How we gon' keep it going like this, man?
I remember back in the days, man
Before this Wu-Tang shit, man
I used to have to sneak into - to the Hill and shit
Put my hood on and shit, go up to Just's house
And we can write rhymes and shit, knowhatimsayin?
Just, you my nigga forever, nigga, let's go to the top, man
Bottom Up, nigga, knawimean?
And it's love, loyalty, trust, respect and honor

Always hundred, 'cross the board, nigga
Let's do it

Overall Meaning

The song "True Story" by Shyheim, featuring King Just, is a tale of personal struggle and triumph. The two rappers recount their own experiences with adversity and how they overcame them to achieve success in the music industry. King Just emphasizes his impeccable lyrical ability and his physical and mental strength, claiming that he will "finish" anyone who challenges him. Shyheim, on the other hand, shares his own personal struggles with addiction, legal issues, and the politics of the music industry. He ultimately comes out victorious, however, having honed his skills as a rapper and gained the respect of his peers.

The chorus serves as a warning to anyone who would dare to challenge Shyheim and King Just, asserting their dominance in the rap game. Shyheim's verse is particularly poignant, as he reflects on his own hardships and the love and loyalty that he values above all else. He recognizes that his own "homies" may not truly love him, but they respect his power and influence. In the end, the two rappers express their gratitude for each other's friendship and pledge to keep climbing to the top.

Line by Line Meaning

I heard them young boys coming up, I heard them old dudes
I have noticed the upcoming younger rappers as well as the fading fame of the older ones

Givin' up, or takin' later, and they still want King Just
Some older rappers may have lost their ability to deliver, but I'm still wanted

Is it a miracle? Nah man, he's lyrical
People may be amazed, but my talent and skills make me successful

Physically fit, cuz, trust, it get's physical
I am not just a good rapper but fit enough to face any physical challenge too

It prescribed in the biblical, burn the ritual
My actions and the way I live are in line with the Bible, and I'm above any ritualistic practice

I will finish you, with a finishing move
If needed, I'm ready to take on anyone and knock them out with one final brilliant act

Gotta show and prove, and give Stella 'back her groove'
I have to prove my worth and help others get back on track like Stella did in 'How Stella Got Her Groove Back'

Livin' on the edge, the Dom 'Cino, wired me bread
I was living dangerously, and my supplier wired me money.

He told me keep flowin', cuz for him it ain't no hope
My supplier encouraged me to keep creating and growing because he had lost hope for his own future

Now this is real conversation, and for little to next to nothing conversation
This talk is genuine and cost me nothing to have

RZA let me spit on compilations
RZA featured me on a few of his tracks

Started wildin', moms paid drugs more attention
I got involved in bad things, and my mother focused more on getting me out of them

It was about time, my nigga, we definetly gon' pop
We waited long enough, and we're definitely going to succeed now.

I used to have to sneak into - to the Hill and shit
I had to sneak into my friend's house to practice our raps back in the day

And it's love, loyalty, trust, respect and honor
Our friendship and partnership are built on love, loyalty, trust, respect, and honor.

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Comments from YouTube:

sebash99

14y↑3

one of the best hiphop songs ever made !! i hope there will be new shyheim album sometime soon...the greatest story never told was slept on classic!!!