What's Real (Explicit) - Gang Starr/Group Home/Royce da 5'9"
Lyrics by：Christopher E. Martin/Keith Elam/James Heath/Jamal Felder/Ryan Montgomery
Composed by：Christopher E. Martin
What's real
What's real
The real question is
What's real
What's real
Try your best to diagnose
What's real
What's real
People all around
You got to recognize and witness
I got soldiers that'll turn s**t out burn s**t out
Do I come correctly when it's my turn
No doubt
I twisted trees in the
Cold with one hand wipin' my nose
Girls say that I'm fly
'Cause they be likin' my clothes
But the clothes or the money can't make the man
When I apply my vicious grip you can't take it man
Face it and understand there are no winnings for you
What I'm beginnin' to do
Is bring an endin' to you and your crew
I sip a brew and at the same
Time drink the life out of you
I righteously come through
Created in the likeness of who
G-O-D can sell a half a line for a G
Check ballistics you won't be takin' mine from me
Oh boy you p-noid heard my lightnin' and thunder
Not thor but frightening
Type of stress I've been under
I'm the one-eyed Jack
I'm here to smack you back
In 83 I seen stacks run your kicks
Take a flick and act
What's real Certified street poetry
In the game a long time so you know it's me n***a
What's real gang starr muthaf**ka we live
All you fake n***as run and hide we wanna know
What's real it's Lil Dap in the place to be
We livin' proof supa star you see we wanna know
What's real the foundation yo we presidential
Y'all ain't built for what we been through
Underground I might as well record in the sewer
Notorious Lord of the war tourin' Aruba
Before I was born
I'd of warned you and showed you the Ruger
I'ma shoot four through your fedora
Destroy your medulla
I could get these n***as X'd quick as sendin' a text
For disrespect shit'll be simple as orderin' an Uber
I don't know what's quicker to change
Them figures or fame
But I guarantee you don't
Nothin' move more than the moolah
All these rappers really cut
Out to do is squash the beef and dip
Y'all need to cut out the diva s**t
Every time a n***a like
Fever Nina come out the dealership
The streets hear the sound of that
Preem droppin' the needle skip
Like Kane walkin' in the symphony
Abel is my brother who all he offers is infamy
I bust Magnums either strategize or duck faster
I send his whole group home like
Melachi the Nutcracker
Preem blowin' w**d he a master on the courts
I'm a student with the rap
That's spewin' passion on the chorus
While the smoke is in the air
Feel like voodoo's on the floor
'Cause we got the actual ashes of Guru on the boards
He's sittin' right inside
An urn in the session
Lookin' down from heaven to
Gang starr's current progression
Earnin' successes his
Legacy get treated like four themes
Movin' forward then let his
Children eat off the proceeds
What's real certified street poetry
In the game a long time so you know it's me n***a
What's real gang starr muthaf**ka we live
All you fake n***as run and hide we wanna know
What's real it's Lil Dap in the place to be
We livin' proof supa star you see we wanna know
What's real the foundation yo we presidential
Y'all ain't built for what we been through
What's real
Gang starr boy and that's beyond your comprehension
Gang starr boy and that's beyond your comprehension
Gang starr boy and that's beyond your comprehension
