"Real People... Living the Real Life"- Ric tha New Rula, JustinCase, Cal-S-thetics & Tone Dogg Raw (produced by Cal-S-thetics)
So. Cal locals addressing necessities and building upon legacies to fulfill our destinies. Straight Hip Hop, No Chaser...
Let us introduce you to Cal-S-thetics- resident producer and emcee, Tone Dogg Raw- raw rhyme writer and emcee, and Ric the New Rula- beatbox general and emcee all of whom are delighted to have ya on this voyage with us upon the Glass Bottom Boat aka the Pens Men's ship aka the window to the world. Watch as our pens flow on fresh soundwaves opening up the world through the porthole of hip hop...
Story behind the song
Life, on the real... No watered-down or airbrushed deception, people buckling down doing what they gotta do when people are counting on them, that's the hustle... Consciousness...(It's according that we sampled live vocals of Kweli and Common for the hook)
Lyrics
(Ric)
Nights is jet black/ flickering streetlights/
darkened alleyways where the fiends fight/
living life eye for and eye/ and you die/
empty cobra bottles, contemplation come up with no direction/
notebook scarred from the penning/
stiffled to search a notion/ but no feet to keep it going/
pull the trigger and your path is chosen/
scripture of blood, anticipation for what was written/
slave culture= rags/ with shit to mash/
my life attract/ from professional political acts/
it's hard to laugh when, too many brothers deceased and/
too many streets, and too many mothers cry/
and too many churches forever be telling us lies/
god helped moses part the sea/ I'd like to see him part the sea for me/
brain, clock your mind's fusion/
watch your true religion/ times confusing/
I washed the bottle, contained a message/
said in africa I was rejected/
sold and told not to come back/
in school labeled by a dunce cap/
television commercial numbing tongues and lips/
be having emcees kicking rhymes, but really ain't saying shit/
yo, father, you abandoned the cause/ even though you left/
when we looking in the mirror your pressence is still felt/
fading away/ the government wants to see us all starve/
the struggle is hard/ and hustle putting us behind bars/
85% of niggas is all lost/ I don't fuck with 10 [%]/
'cause 5 [%] believe we're all gods/
(Chorus)
Real People, Real People, Real People, Real People/ Living the Real Life...
(JustinCase)
It's every breath since my birthday/ besides the wordplay/
it's the reason I got into rappin' in the first place/
coversation in the world where many aren't relating/
arguing, debating/ hardly even taken just a moment/
to try and understand, we need to realize/
some ain't trying to hear it, while others try to conceal lies/
wars have no remorse for the plight/ of families forced to fight/
throughout the course of life/ some use god as the source of light/
some politicians say so, but can't be earnest or honest/
or even keep a promise/ there's certain knowledge/ you can't learn in college/
I wasn't taught at the school of hardknocks/
what Real People are and what they are not/
amongst wax museum; they aren't numbers and statistics/
reenforcing stereotypes, which are unrealistic/
some still exist with/ with no home address/ no phone access/
who can't get loans, with debt/ they don't have shit but hope and stress/
(Cal-S-)
The concensus/ don't question/ their 5 senses/
until the sixth is mentioned/ and brought to their attention/
talking about an elaborate array of weapons/
and hiding behind henchmen/ seems like ya'll forgetting/
that there's people with nothing to eat/
calloused and cut feet/ really running the streets/
not calling defeat/ drumming and humming out beats/
with the exact same agenda as us every day of the week/
survival/ of many tribulations without trial/
all the while/ growing from a small child/
so even though the mind's furtile/ from being inundated/
too much info accumulated/ and their flow coagulated/
stagnating their growth/ as well as smashing all hope/
it's truly remarkable they been able cope/
especially when shipped off on boats/ for foreign language is spoke/
working to live broke/ but still sending cash to their folks/
Real People/ we're guilty with no chance to appeal/
for doing what's on are mind and saying exactly what we feel/
you may think I'm right/ or nod just to be polite/
but be sure I'll be quick to sight/ when I'm behind this mic/
If you was all hype/ or if you're living the real life/
(Chorus)
(Tone Dogg)
This is the Real world where only real shit goes down/
stay parle-ing on the block, in the hood of a town/
Real People steady dying for what basically ground/
it's true in most communities be it white, black or brown/
go to jail or get shot, yeah, yeah the cycle goes 'round/
the homies stick around/ 'cause that's all that they know/
why would they leave the hood, where could they
