Real Shit (Album Version|Explicit)

Yeah
Its the paragraph ambassador
The wild style fashioner
Its the God rakim the master
Feel this
This is that lost a*s track off the rack kind of a track
You forced to rap remember that its that
You know where I'm at there go the gat
Pass me a bat the kill or be killed kind of attack
Steamin speedin navigatin the map
Negotiating with a chick she got her head on your lap ya hand on your gat
Premeditated plan of attack with two of your most deadliest mens in the back
Comb the block stop in the zone that's hot
Get out like you own the spot home or not
Its that no mood to play move out the my way
Yo I been whistlin this tune from throughout the day
Hey yo this is that ol yall n***as don't wanna battle
Turn it up loud make the whole block rattle
Boom boom this one is gettin blazin hot
Boom boom make you bust another shot from the glock
From the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps ra kim allahs blood
I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
You emcees is playing tug a war with your tongues
From the streets beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is still none
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin plugs
You emcees is playing tug a war with your tongues
Here we come now
Turntable spin like a merry go round
Never slow down depending on how good your stereo sounds
Set it up in the hood where we go surround
Tearin through towns turn em into burial grounds
This is the track that made theodore wanna scratch
The track that caused the first kid to spin on his back
And then we saw kids spray painting the wall
While some of yall was waitin for war breakin the law
Its no antidote its what you can't provoke
So just relax with your girls or your mans and smoke
And take a real hit soon as it bang you feel quick
Its real thick this is that ol real s**t
This is the description of designs for you to listen to
Reminiscin the times and nothin in particular
Keep you goin just like a whole pot of coffee
Have you and your shorty doin 80 in a 40
From the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps ra kim allahs blood
I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
You emcees is playing tug a war with your tongues
From the streets beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is still none
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin plugs
3rd verse
You know what this is
Yeah kid give up your riches
Vicious visions is not for motion pictures
Unstoppable rollin witcha sickest clique of n***as
Or witcha missus gettin tropical kisses
Makin faces anticipatin places her tongue hits
Suck her neck or just peck better to funk it
The ep is in effect from dusk to sunset
She want a rim shot all over her drum set
Jump the bed rubbin your head its rough s*x
50 ways to keep a love wet
Down and up the steps with crazy positions left till she upset
D**n baby you ain't come yet
Hell no doomstick big as a elbow
Gel soft well blow give him a minute hell grow
And all you gotta do is play the track again
I'm ready and revived baby back again
From the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps ra kim allahs blood
I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
You emcees is playing tug a war with your tongues
From the streets beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is still none
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin plugs
You emcees is playing tug a war with your tongues
Yo
Check it yo
I'm faster than leopards running across the vast desert
In twenty two yards per second to catch me to daily delicatessen
It takes me thirty minutes to eatem forty minutes to digestem
And fifty minutes for it to pass through my intestines
So ask yourself a question
What question
Can the canibus rhyme
Is a *****in porcupine half swine
No time to make up your mind you wanna run or die
Clip you while you're running by trip you up from behind
My rhymes confuse n***as
Like somebody try to gang bang
Wearin a blue shirt and red pants throwin up signs with there left hand
Standin out on the corner of wetlands with a confederate flag for a headband
God dam eggplants n***as getting me vexed man
Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like fred sav
And I can't seem to get away from it
I dreamed that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach and ate from it
In my past life I slayed hundreds and in the life before that
I played trumpets to warn you that I was comin
There's one billion ways to die and I already tried
Nine hundred million nine hundred and ninety nine
When I aim and fire my rhymes like a hundred cannon balls flying
Striking you one at a time in a parallel line
While the art of emceeing is steady dieing
Canibus and rakim allah is still in there prime
From the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps ra kim allahs blood
I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
You emcees is playing tug a war with your tongues
From the streets beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is still none
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin plugs
You emcees is playing tug a war with your tongues