Real S%!t

Yeah

It's the paragraph ambassador

The wild style fashioner

It's the god Rakim, the master

Feel this

This is that lost ass track off-the-rack kind of a track

You forced to rap, remember that? It's that

You know where I'm at, there go the gat

Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind of attack

Steamin' the sack, speedin' navigatin' the map

Negotiating with a chick, she got her head on your lap, ya hand on your gat

Premeditated plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest mens in the back

Comb the block, stop in the zone that's hot

Get out like you own the spot, home or not

It's that no mood to play, move out the my way

Yo, I been whistlin' this tune from throughout the day

Hey, yo, this is that old y'all niggas don't wanna battle

Turn it up loud make the whole block rattle

Boom boom- this one is gettin' crazy hot

Boom boom- make you bust another shot from the Glock

Explain the feeling you get when you hear a smash hit

When the track hit, it's classic, yeah, that's it

For the ladies this is the hatrick, with the back lit

For the minute get pornographic with that chick

Life'strap click, stack tips with a fat whip

Illest one of Ra's tactics, now that's sick

Similar to the rush casket with the with a gas bin

In other words, ayo, this is that shit

Here we come now

Turntable spin like a merry-go-round

Never slow down, depending on how good your stereo sounds

Set it, up in the hood where we go surround

Tearin' through towns, turn 'em into burial grounds

This is the track that made Theodore wanna scratch

The track that caused the first kid to spin on his back

And then we saw, kids spray-painting the wall

While some of y'all was waitin' for war breakin' the law

It's no antidote it's what you can't provoke

So just relax with your girls or your mans and smoke

And take a real hit, soon as it bang you feel quick

It's real thick, this is that old real shit

This is the description of designs for you to listen to

Reminiscin' the times and nothin' in particular

Keep you goin' just like a whole pot of coffee

Have you and your shorty doin' 80 in a 40

Explain the feeling you get when you hear a smash hit

When the track hit, it's classic, yeah, that's it

For the ladies this is the hatrick, with the back lit

For the minute get pornographic with that chick

Life'strap click, stack tips with a fat whip

Illest one of Ra's tactics, now that's sick

Similar to the rush casket with the with a gas bin

In other words, ayo, this is that shit

You know what this is

Yeah kid, give up your riches

Vicious, visions is not for motion pictures

Unstoppable, rollin' witcha sickest clique of niggas

Or witcha missus, gettin tropical kisses

Makin' faces, anticipatin' places her tongue hits

Suck her neck or just peck, better to funk it

The EP is in effect from dusk to sunset

She want a rim shot all over her drum set

Jump the bed rubbin' your head- it's rough shit

50 ways to keep a love wet

Down and up the steps with crazy positions left till she upset

"Damn, baby, you ain't come yet?"

Hell, no- doomstick big as a elbow

Gel soft, well blow, give him a minute, he'll grow

And all you gotta do is play the track again

I'm ready and revived, baby, back again

Explain the feeling you get when you hear a smash hit

When the track hit, it's classic, yeah, that's it

For the ladies this is the hatrick, with the back lit

For the minute get pornographic with that chick

Life'strap click, stack tips with a fat whip

Illest one of Ra's tactics, now that's sick

Similar to the rush casket with the with a gas bin

In other words, ayo, this is that shit