Real Shit – Canibus – letras

YeahIt’s the paragraph ambassadorThe wild style fashionerIt’s the god Rakim, the masterFeel this(1st verse)This is that lost ass track off-the-rack kind of a trackYou forced to rap, remember that? It’s thatYou know where I’m at, there go the gatPass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind of attackSteamin’ ___, speedin’ navigatin’ the mapNegotiating with a chick, she got her head on your lap, ya hand on your gatPremeditated plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest mens in the backComb the block, stop in the zone that’s hotGet out like you own the spot, home or notIt’s that no mood to play, move out the my wayYo, I been whistlin’ this tune from throughout the dayHey, yo, this is that ol’ y’all niggas don’t wanna battleTurn it up loud make the whole block rattleBoom boom- this one is gettin’ blazin’ hotBoom boom- make you bust another shot from the Glock(Chorus)From the streets below to everything aboveTo the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah’s bloodI swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plugYou emcee’s is playing tug-a-war with your tonguesFrom the streets beneath my feet to the sunI’m number one and competition is still noneAnd I’m gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin’ plugsYou emcee’s is playing tug-a-war with your tongues(2nd verse)Here we come nowTurntable spin like a merry-go-roundNever slow down, depending on how good your stereo soundsSet it, up in the hood where we go surroundTearin’ through towns, turn ’em into burial groundsThis is the track that made Theodore wanna scratchThe track that caused the first kid to spin on his backAnd then we saw, kids spray-painting the wallWhile some of y’all was waitin’ for war breakin’ the lawIt’s no antidote it’s what you can’t provokeSo just relax with your girls or your mans and smokeAnd take a real hit, soon as it bang you feel quickIt’s real thick, this is that ol’ real shitThis is the description of designs for you to listen toReminiscin’ the times and nothin’ in particularKeep you goin’ just like a whole pot of coffeeHave you and your shorty doin’ 80 in a 40(Chorus)From the streets below to everything aboveTo the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah’s bloodI swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plugYou emcee’s is playing tug-a-war with your tonguesFrom the streets beneath my feet to the sunI’m number one and competition is still noneAnd I’m gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin’ plugs(3rd verse)You know what this isYeah kid, give up your richesVicious, visions is not for motion picturesUnstoppable, rollin’ witcha sickest clique of niggasOr witcha missus, gettin tropical kissesMakin’ faces, anticipatin’ places her tongue hitsSuck her neck or just peck, better to funk itThe EP is in effect from dusk to sunsetShe want a rim shot all over her drum setJump the bed rubbin’ your head- it’s rough sex50 ways to keep a love wetDown and up the steps with crazy positions left till she upset »Damn, baby, you ain’t come yet? »Hell, no- doomstick big as a elbowGel soft, well blow, give him a minute, he’ll growAnd all you gotta do is play the track againI’m ready and revived, baby, back again(Chorus)From the streets below to everything aboveTo the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah’s bloodI swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plugYou emcee’s is playing tug-a-war with your tonguesFrom the streets beneath my feet to the sunI’m number one and competition is still noneAnd I’m gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin’ plugsYou emcee’s is playing tug-a-war with your tongues[Canibus]Yo!Check it, Yo!I’m faster than leopards running across the vast desertin twenty-two yards per second to catch me to daily delicatessenIt takes me thirty minutes to eat’em, forty minutes to digest’em,and fifty minutes for it to pass through my intestinesSo ask yourself a question?(What question?)Can the Canibus rhyme?Is a fuckin porcupine half swine?No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die?Clip you while you’re running by, trip you up from behindMy rhymes, confuse niggasLike somebody try to gang-bangWearin’ a blue shirt and red pants, throwin’ up signs with there left handStandin’ out on the corner of wetlands with a confederate flag for a headbandGod dam eggplants, niggas getting’ me vexed manCause I’m surrounded by garbage like Fred SavAnd I can’t seem to get away from itI dreamed that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from itIn my past life I slayed hundreds, and in the life before thatI played trumpets, to warn you that I was comin’There’s one billion ways to die, and I already triednine-hundred million nine hundred and ninety nineWhen I aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls flyingStriking you one at a time, in a parallel lineWhile the art of emceeing is steady dieingCanibus and Rakim Allah is still in there prime!(Chorus)From the streets below to everything aboveTo the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah’s bloodI swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plugYou emcee’s is playing tug-a-war with your tonguesFrom the streets beneath my feet to the sunI’m number one and competition is still noneAnd I’m gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin’ plugs