Real Woman

Chorus [Black Thought and Scratch] 2x

Once again 'gain

Once again 'gain

Once again 'gain 'gain ladies and gentlemen

Once again 'gain

Once again 'gain

Once again 'gain 'gain

Yo, Adrenaline

Yo I'm in the eye of the storm, where the pressure's on

And MC's is dressed funny like a leprechuan

I chop rappers up like chicken szechuan

Sells a squads off like a slave auction

Aiyyo my zodiac sign read caution

On stage, I make your seed to an or-phan

Yo, my age an algebraic equation

****** want some? I hit em wit a portion

Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door son

M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw son

You don't want no more son? That's when more come

Ladies and gentlemen

Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling

We hit em like the L at 60th and Market

Take sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets

Split back this like we the therapist

Adrenaline, Fifth mic terrorist, once again

Zigga zigga zigga tryin to get a grip but still slip, so lift me up

Ever since I was a pup I was designed to erupt

You get to know me, you poke me slowly, when caught puzzin

Punked em wit a dozen of pellets all in they skelet

Transform, from the norm, start to brainstorm

Yeah Malik B from The Roots, he ain't gone

I took the wrong exit, the sign said Langhorne

I'm trapped up in about five worlds with live pearls

Shouts to Armour Akquan whose name is Jalil

The moat is deep water so let your hand expand it

Demanding, takin you back like Knotts Landing

I'm Ralph Kramden, we out, you'll see in Hampton

Yo what the what the what the, what the what the what the

Pivot on this concrete earth until I rot

Didn't figure how to conquer it yet but still I plot, once again

Beans passed the Mac and we held em, like hostages

Rappers see me, hide they face like ostriches

Dice'll grind your brain into little sausages

Underwater rap, you know who the bosses is

North Philly baby, that's where that Raw shit is

You'll get blown out the sky once shit get talkative

A-D devise rise, I fathered it

So when you see me on the street, don't bother kid

Just be on your merry way, or you might get slit

Ask around, wondering what Dice Raw did

Lay you on floors like ya getting carpeted

You need a special kind of mic for retarded kids

Me against you's like Kane verse the Partridges

You wanna battle, change your name to The Forfeiters

They used to talk shit , but I'ma quiet them

Kick in the door wit my boys stick to rioting

Tape em up, grip his hands, and plier em

Know the bricks is in here, where you hiding em?

Don't die in the shit that you lying in

Used to get fronted bricks, now I'm buying em

Used to cop off my man, now I'm supplying him

Paid the front row seat watching Iverson

First class air crafts what I'm flying in

To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe Bryant and them

Save the jokes for Chris Tucker, Richard Pryor and them

Used to shotgun in cars, now I'm driving em

Used to hustle 'round bars, y'all was robbing them

Ran up in y'all spot wit Rob and them

Grew up, two-four, wit Pie and em

But do my dirt, 21st, wit Kyle and them

I know shit right now getting dark to them

Tore they body all up, ain't no chalking em

Too sharp for them, move out in the dark on em

These Illadel foul streets what I'm stomping in once again