Lyrics
The Real
You are now listening to the real
Its P…..H…. L…. A…..M…..E
Listening to, li-listenin to
Show em how you kill the cold.
Cold killer cause I’m hot, boy
Smoke so dry I can kill a rain drop boy
Think you more real, you can battle me next
Put money in my mouth, I write reality checks
Hate me while you can, you gone love me bitch
Soon as I stand up, you get chummy reeeal kwik
Stop, in the middle of ya sentence
I burn muthafuckas, but they freeze like I’m ice and
I am, the product of chronic thoughts crazy
Told you I was special, and you thought I was crazy
Never question special, if the rhetoric makes me
Track rigged, itching for letters like A-Z
B-E-Z or, be with me
I-C little G’s, but they can’t see me
Dog, I was hanging out like a jesus piece
When all hell broke loose like its senior week
Children sit down, let your senior speak
I got bloody knuckle trouble punch freezing meat
I asked myself what to do, he told me to win
I was waiting for more, but he just told me again
…..And he know me the best
Wanna see if I got heart, let me open my chest
Wanna see if I got the voice, open my neck
I’m trying to catch cash, lemme open a net
Girl, you looked surprised, but what ya expect?
Look into my eyes, I could lie to the test
My life’s in a vest, so you should stay with heat
The dude who speak truth, but lay with deceit
Buh-lade on the beat, delayed by defeat
Turn a man into a dog when he lay at my feet
Like he’s praying for the teeth, cause fuck the bark
It’s my time to shine, cause fuck the dark
I’m stuck doing 90, you stuck in park
When I cut my brakes, I cut out ya heart
Somebody fed me music, and I ate the plate
Fuck a mix tape, I like my tapes straight
But today I say fuck a chorus anyway
I chopped up my lemons, I got Chuck Norris lemonade
Duck before my semi spray, semi-automatic spit
You was dieing to start some shit, now you can’t get out of it
Now you run like Taliban, I’m dirty like the towel bin
I see everything, 360 like an owl head
I keep you bitches sweating bullets
Keep it dry like towel head
I was living high last summer but now I’m dead
I knew I could rhyme before I even knew my alphabet
Alpha spit, swallow snare, ralphin’ hits
I’m a problem like I’m algebraic
How many rappers talking shit
I can’t even keep count of it
Nostalgia if challenging
Whenever they start battling
This right here is the real fuckin shit, the rest of ya’ll are counterfeit
Hit me one time, but I always rebound from it
Hit me with a shot, WHEW, I’m so out of it
I see how you beef-free like a vegetarian
Me, I keep my beef raw dog, I aint scared of it
Me, I’m tryna have cakes like my name Maryland
But not with the crabs, I keep my dick out of it
You strike as much terror in my heart as a terrapin
I’m above the throne, coach kings like Rick Adelman
Atta man, get at em and, give em what they need
The realest shit they ever heard you can get it from the heat
Put your career down, 6 feet deep
If ya woman putting out, she putting it on me
Cause Pudding love cheese, and pudding love me
She hate it when I call her pudding but she don’t hate me
Ah ha, how you like how the hot does
Heezy got more hot water than a hot tub
Call it what you want cousin
I could give a fuck
Hot air coming out ya mouth
I could give a puff
Puff pass, kiss my ass
Pucker up bitch dude
I strike faggot rappers
Sorta like wild pitch do
Certified pistol, pop like Pringles
Merke ya like missle, make ya brain tingle
Make ya brain mingle with the earth worms
In a bed full of dirt, with the dirt germs
I’m the 4th quarter man, o man
Clutch when you need, the
P-H-L-A-M-E
Who’s the realest fucker
You can hear on a beat, its the
P-H-L-A-M-E
