Lyrics
Yeah, this is Ibe y'all, but around here they don't call me Ibe, you know what they call me?
Chorus:
The Realist (come on), The Realist (come on)
The, The, The Realist (come on)
(Repeat)
Verse 1:
I came in the game neglected, I wasn't accepted
But I kept it on records and wrecked it
I'm reppin Realist Records, gotta respect it
Death is the only exit, n*** z it gettin' hectic
Getcha neck split thinkin' your life is precious
Till it all revolves in my palms, now gimme ya necklace
I'm wreckless when I play wit tools
And it seems I'm the only n*** that plays a fool
But hey, look at me now, I done made it this far
Got my name hot on your block like H & R
I lay n*** z in the street, make 'em taste the tar
And show 'em, you ain't as hard as you think you are
(Chorus)
Verse 2:
First off, I'm not the one you wanna f*** wit kid
I put my aim on your wave cap and split your wig
Roast ya wit my toast if ya come any closer
Ghost ya like a real motha f*** a's supposed to
The hottest artist of the new millenium
Haters keep that bull sh** chit chat to the minimum
All these obstacles in my life I'm winnin' 'em
Realist in the thesaurus as Ibe for the synonym
Never lies, ready to rapidly rise
This is it motha f*** as, you can look in my eyes
My tries to succeed in this rap sh** never dies
I have to reach the top 'fore the day that my soul flies
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
In shoot outs, I pull my weapons in first place
Your face vacated the surfaced of Earth's grace
And your waste is laced in a place with no trace
Family hope you're kidnapped, but murder was the case
It's all over the news that yous is missin'
b*** n*** should've watched who the f*** you dissin' (Uh huh)
You should've listened, (Huh?), But you didn't
Now you're sacked cause you couldn't react to bullets blitzin'
Ride for a n*** , die for a n***
Light that b*** up and get high for a n***
Clown on a n*** , pound on a n***
Jump, jump up and get down on a n***
(Chorus)
(Repeat)
