What's Real - Instrumental

What's real?

("The real question is...") What's real?

("Try your best to diagnose...") What's real

("People all around, you got to recognize and witness")

I got soldiers that'll turn shit out, burn shit 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, nigga

(What's real?) Gang Starr, muthafucka, we live

All you fake niggas 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 crawlin' I'd warn you and show you the Ruger

I'ma shoot four through your fedora, destroy your medulla

I could get these niggas 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 shit

Every time a nigga 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' weed, 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 regression

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, nigga

(What's real?) Gang Starr, muthafucka, we live

All you fake niggas 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")