Lyrics
The Real
[Choir Riffing]
LyriK :
I rhyme to win, spittin all these kinds of sins,
THat take your life so that I can live mine again,
The finest mints call me when its time to print,
My demos been to more hands than the bibles been,
Its all crazy, God made me promise him,
I would'nt steal his throne, but I lied again,
I'm just skin outside, but I'm pride within,
Mixed with Ice and Gin, playin dice with kings,
No Common things, you want some kinda hint,
My eye's the link, check out where my mind has been,
I'm filled with primal sin, let you climb a hill,
And Then just slice your fingers off at the final inch,
Throw ya dollars in, come and try again,
If you wanna cry, then I've got my violin,
Chorus (X2) : SRIK
I came on the grind
{Scratches} I got the
{Scratches} I got the,
I Got The Formula,
{Scratches}
Perfection is noticable
{Scratches} Represent my,
{Scratches} Represent my,
Respresent my race of people,
{Scratches}
LyriK :
I represent hip hop, the rebirth, the essence,
Blessed with a bit of this grim reaper impression,
People keep guessin, why I'm bumpin out ya boombox,
Dancin with the devil and taught him how to moonwalk,
Headin to ya label, ready to burn it down,
Curse ya sound, 5 mics ain't even workin now,
Fires burnin out, the person you feel in a dark
room but don't see when you turn around,
Its me, with a drumroll everytime to spark the fans,
And by the end of the show, its a whole marchin band,
Armies can't stop me, when I rhyme with flow,
Takeover whole nations usin mind control,
Blindin glows I radiate, so just try for hours,
You Need Geiger Counters just to find my show,
[The Red]
Chorus (X4) : SRIK
I came on the grind
{Scratches} I got the
{Scratches} I got the,
I Got The Formula,
{Scratches}
Perfection is noticable
{Scratches} Represent my,
{Scratches} Represent my,
Respresent my race of people,
{Scratches}
[Fade out]
