This track is blessed with the presence of D Ruggz...
a deceptaKon iLL artist!
Followers of Logic and none other... Believe that.. We doin it.
Lyrics
Real Shit
1st Verse: (Mozez Flowz)
We bring the real raw/
Spit prison type steel bars/
Leave your face fucked up and covered like sealed scars/
This my meal cart, witness the rhyme god/
The ceaser put a knife right where your eyes are/
These are my bars that'll burn through the weak/
While you babies suck mics like your nursing a tit/
The serpent is me, certaintly I'm perfect with speech/
A sick soul spit cold so I'm hurting my teeth/
I flip though, spit flows cold frozen degrees/
I rip foes and sit zoned like i'm smoking on trees/
Ya'll should tip toe real slow, no joking with me/
Think twice and hold tight your fucking rosary beads/
Ya'll aint coming close to me and thats a guarantee/
I leave you full of holes and shreaded like a hippys pair of jeans/
Ya'll been dared to stare at me, do it & need therapy/
With one strike I burn you like my flow is kerosene
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We bring that real hard - real sick/
Kill ya'll - With ill shit/
That i dont need to - deal shit/
Gives you the chills with
2nd Verse: (D Ruggz)
Yo we bring that real hard realness/
Dont make me peel shit/
Yea I love to fight, I aint gotta grab the steel clip/(nope)
Throwing senseless bash yo head with a steel brick/
And we aint got a deal but we still rip/
On mics when the beat drop, when the heats cocked/
Watch how your crew spread like a peacock/
Flows try to keep 'em classic like them reeboks/
And i'm a give it to you bastards till the beat stop/
Call Eddie B (Yo) Now he telling me/
Yo Ruggz I got a beat son you smelling me?/
Let me get a wiff, let me hear the shit/
Call Mozez tell him that we serious/
While these cats are furious cause they hating on/
They the type to hang around till the cake is gone/
Wanna chill, smoke green till your bake is gone?/
Now throw your light up in the air like jamaican songs
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3rd Verse: (Doc Rizk)
I purify the land I walk on with my steps/
Eleven more till its rehabilitating my flesh/
On this conquest my thoughts stay hung on the fence/
But I move on sorta like my bodies possessed/
If this aint realness then i dont even know what it is/
A world twisted ass backwards blowing a bitch/
I'm throwing a fist to any girl hoping to get/
Lucky but trust me I aint fucking unless your over a six/
Only reason why i dont aim higher than this/
Is cause i aint rich yet and mostly holding my dick/
In the sticks without acid this isnt a trip/
And i'm a bit more focused then gangstas holding a brick/
Your hoping I split the scene or at least half the profit/
I wouldnt see a problem if you saw me as a prophet/
But you dont thats why you'll see it easy when i'm droppin ya/
Hit the stage to high pitched screams like an opera
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