This is a song I wrote way back in the day. I just wanted to drop it on a track and see what it sounded like. Came out pretty tight!
Lyrics
Chorus:
*Automatic, systematic
Do what you do playa
Just keep that money on your mi-ind
In the traffic baller status
Do what you do playa
Just keep on hustlin on the gri-i-ind*
Verse 1:
It's automatic, Ibe's causin backed up traffic
Ibe's comin through wit picnic baskets
With this magic, the kind that
Everytime you take a hit, you have ta pass it
God damn it I done done it again
b*** es look like models that we run up in
Took a virgin for a spin in the back of an Acura
Took her virginity and handed it right back to her
Who I be? I be, I-B-E
R-E-A-L-I-S-T
Catch me in the streets n*** betta duck the heat
There's not a near nada n*** that could f*** wit me
I'm packin a mil., packin a nine
Keepin it real, money on mind
Flippin them birds, stick to my word
Puttyin your mouth, all on the curb
Linin 'em up, takin 'em down
Finna to spit, ev-er-y round
Am I the weak, am I the strong?
Wanna find out? Keep to the song
(Chorus)
Verse 2:
Witta nick nack patty whack, gave a b*** a bone
In a jet black Cadillac, 22 inch chrome
Spit a sick rap, battle rap, bring my click along
n*** get back, feel the gat, when it's in your dome, ha
Now it's time to straighten some facts
It's the motha f*** in Realist, not no fake ass rat
Go ahead and try some mo' sh** behind my back
I'll have you murdered on sight, then tell it on the track
You know I'm a renegade
Cause I ain't ever been afraid to say whatever I gots ta say
Hell nah homie, Ibe don't play
I got this clip filled up just waitin to be sprayed
Get ideas when I'm smokin, not playin games when I'm totin
You see these n*** z I'm chokin? It be they b*** es I'm pokin
I see the rules gettin broken, that's why my click be provokin
Split that blunt open so I can have somethin to stick my dro' in, ugh
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh I am The Realist (Realist)
Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh I am The Realist (Realist)
Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh I am The Realist, I'm the (Realist)
Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh I am The Realist (Realist)
Verse 3:
It don't matter if you're listenin or watchin
But once I get behind the mic I get sh** poppin
Club walls are rockin
And everybody's anticipatin for my albums to start droppoin
Keep it real and I'll do the same for you
You can't do that, then I have a plan for you
More brutal then what any man could do
It involves just me and my crew too foo so
(Who wants to ride ride, who wants to bang bang?)
It's a shame how my click is unable to be tamed
We're runnin the streets like it's no thang
There's nothin lame or plain stupid about my gang
Stay wit tools, obey my rules
F*** up your click, me and my clip
All of my n*** z, all of my boyz
Creepin the streets, but makin some noise
Rollin 'em up, pass 'em around
Stickiest greens all over the town
The Realist rapper from the state of Missouri write that down (write that down)
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
