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Real shit Lyricsby Canibus Buy album CD: Other Songs 2 - S Yeah It's the paragraph ambassador The wild style fashioner It's the God rakim, the master Feel this (1st verse) This is that lost ass track off-the-rack kind of a track You forced to rap, remember that? it's 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 It's 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' y'all niggas 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 (chorus) From the streets below to everything above To the heart that pumps ra-kim allah's blood I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug You emcee's 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 emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues (2nd verse) 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 y'all was waitin' for war breakin' the law It's no antidote it's 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 It's real thick, this is that ol' real shit 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 (chorus) From the streets below to everything above To the heart that pumps ra-kim allah's blood I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug You emcee's 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 niggas 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- it's rough sex 50 ways to keep a love wet Down and up the steps with crazy positions left till she upset "damn, baby, you ain't come yet? " Hell, no- doomstick big as a elbow Gel soft, well blow, give him a minute, he'll grow And all you gotta do is play the track again I'm ready and revived, baby, back again (chorus) From the streets below to everything above To the heart that pumps ra-kim allah's blood I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug You emcee's 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 emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues [canibus] 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 eat'em, forty minutes to digest'em, And fifty minutes for it to pass through my intestines So ask yourself a question? (what question? ) Can the canibus rhyme? Is a fuckin 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 niggas 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, niggas 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! (chorus) From the streets below to everything above To the heart that pumps ra-kim allah's blood I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug You emcee's 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 emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
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