Shit's Real (Explicit)

You know what I'm saying represent for the fam...

From crazy-ass Queens, you know what I'm saying...

One time for your mind. Check it out

For those that don't know the way I flow

My name is ****ing Mic Geronimo, you know what I'm saying?

Shouts to my whole fam, you know what I'm sayin?

I'm representing y'all know who you is

And we about to spark this, you know what I'm saying?

Yeah check it out, check check it out

Another day of stepping through the belly of the beast

I leave the compound and make my way to my stomping ground

I'm just about broke to the letter

It can't get any worse **** can only get better

My burner lampin' by my waistline Geronimo will be fine

My ****** got my back and undefined

So now I unwind and keep my focus on my schedule

It's critical for me to run a scan on my plan

I keep steppin and on the DL I'll be well

And as for gospel chicks and get her goin' as possible

I make a red bone a dead bone after my bed bone

I'll leave her ass sewn from my tone

I then I bounce again? my family jump in tha ride?

And see what's going down on the other side of town

It's all about loungin' and keepin' **** together

No matta' the weatha' you find me out doin' whateva'

And when the sun fall word to mom we're on the move

So nobody can bust up the mother****ing groove

It's illin' enough to catch the fingatip' feel

Check the rhyme paragraph, because my **** is real

shit gets real you know the feelin' gets realer

Uh **** 's real yeah you know **** 's for real

Uh **** 's real yeah you know **** 's for real

I smoke a 20 bag of Buddha then I'm ready to peel

shit's real now you know the feelin' gets realer

Uh **** 's real yeah you know **** 's for real

Uh **** 's real yeah you know **** 's for real

Get a taste for my feel I freak mics like sex appeal

It's healin' up, to hit your grillin' up

Like catch a nightstick mix to your brain on your handcuff

For every episode I unfold there be another sick story

And my minda' be told

And every time I take flight in the midnight

The police be searchin' for a nigga with tha killa' mouthpiece

Since my first birthday I've been in with more tricks than a tramp

My dinna' sleep away can

And any herb with a boot throw a verb to get kids to the curb

And get thrown off the bridge called the Williamsburg

All your pipe dreams are hopes are burned up like choke smoke

And in a simple sec I push a Tec to your neck, your neck

So leave me alone and get thrown

I'll be your line for more taps than the Feds buggin' telephones

Flippin' niggas and leavin' them sleepin' in the chalk straight

DTs be bummed so by a microphone scarface

I be off that **** in the front we frontin' niggas

Blunts and this punk from a rhyme till I'm done thug

I keep my form in the storm of a raw deal and give you a torn feel

Because my **** is real

shit gets real you know the feelin' gets realer

Uh **** 's real yeah you know **** 's for real

Uh **** 's real yeah you know **** 's for real

Throw a clip from my hip to start bustin' off steel, steel

Stay close when I stride em up

I tear your ass off the frame where ya hidin' up

I grab *****es by stacks and stacks and I'm?

You catch a lick in the back from my baseball bat

I take the time of my last words to rhyme to say peace

To all the members of my fam doin' jail time

Makin' your brain cells swell

When niggas couldn't rhyme, ayyo I grab the bag of Rothwell

For me I keep real when I'm memorize your name

Niggas will never be the same, cuz I'm bad in the game

Uh, I tote mics in daylight chalk and steel

And now you know the deal, because my **** is real

shit gets real you know the feelin' gets realer

Uh **** 's real yeah you know **** 's real

Uh **** 's real yeah you know **** 's real

I keep a mad phat flow on the real to real, to real

shit gets real you know the feelin' gets realer

Uh **** 's real yeah you know **** 's for real

Uh **** 's real yeah you know **** 's for real

shit's gettin' realer cuz my **** is real