Gang Starr, Royce da 5'9", Group Home - What's Real lyrics
[Gang Starr, Royce da 5'9", Group Home - What's Real lyrics]
What's real?
(The real question is) What's real?
(Try your best to diagnose) What's real
(People all around
you got to recognize and witness)
I got soldiers that'll turn shit out
Burn shit out do I come correctly when it's
My turn? No doubt
I twisted trees in the cold with
One hand wipin' my nose
Girls say that I'm fly 'cause
They be likin' my clothes
But the clothes or the money
Can't make the man
When I apply my vicious grip
You can't take it, man
Face it and understand
There are no winnings for you
What I'm beginnin' to do
Is bring an endin' to you and your crew
I sip a brew and at the same
Time drink the life out of you
I righteously come through
Created in the likeness of who?
G-O-D, can sell a half a line for a G
Check ballistics
You won't be takin' mine from me
Oh boy, you p noid
Heard my lightnin' and thunder
Not Thor but frightening
Type of stress I've been under
I'm the one-eyed Jack
I'm here to smack you back
In '83, I seen stacks, run your kicks
Take a flick and act
(What's real?) Certified street poetry
In the game a long time, so you know it's me
Nigga (What's real?) Gang Starr, muthafucka
We live all you fake niggas run and hide
We wanna know (What's real?) It's Lil Dap in
The place to be
We livin' proof, supa star, you see
We wanna know
(What's real?) The Foundation, yo
We presidential
Y'all ain't built for what we been through
Underground, I might as well
Record in the sewer
Notorious lord of the war tourin' Aruba
Before I was born I'd of warned
You and showed you the Ruger
I'ma shoot four through your fedora
Destroy your medulla
I could get these niggas X'd
Quick as sendin' a text for disrespect
Shit'll be simple as orderin' an Uber
I don't know what's quicker to change
Them figures or fame
But I guarantee you don't nothin'
Move more than the moolah
All these rappers really cut out to do
Is squash the beef and dip
Y'all need to cut out the diva shit
Every time a nigga like Fever
Nina come out the dealership
The streets hear the sound of that
Preem droppin' the needle skip
Like Kane walkin' in "The Symphony"
Abel is my brother who all
He offers is infamy i bust Magnums
Either strategize or duck faster
I send his whole group home
Like Melachi the Nutcracker
Preem blowin' weed, he a master on the courts
I'm a student with the rap that's
Spewin' passion on the chorus
While the smoke is in the air
Feel like voodoo's on the floor
'Cause we got the actual ashes
Of Guru on the boards
He's sittin' right inside an
Urn in the session
Lookin' down from Heaven to
Gang Starr's current progression
Earnin' successes
His legacy get treated like four themes
Movin' forward then let his children
Eat off the proceeds
(What's real?) Certified street poetry
In the game a long time, so you know it's me
Nigga (What's real?) Gang Starr, muthafucka
We live all you fake niggas run and hide
We wanna know (What's real?) It's Lil Dap in
The place to be
We livin' proof, supa star, you see
We wanna know
(What's real?) The Foundation, yo
We presidential
Y'all ain't built for what we been through
(What's real?)
(Gang Starr, boy
And that's beyond your comprehension)
(Gang Starr, boy
And that's beyond your comprehension)
(Gang Starr, boy
And that's beyond your comprehension)
(The real question is) What's real?
(Try your best to diagnose) What's real
(People all around
you got to recognize and witness)
I got soldiers that'll turn shit out
Burn shit out do I come correctly when it's
My turn? No doubt
I twisted trees in the cold with
One hand wipin' my nose
Girls say that I'm fly 'cause
They be likin' my clothes
But the clothes or the money
Can't make the man
When I apply my vicious grip
You can't take it, man
Face it and understand
There are no winnings for you
What I'm beginnin' to do
Is bring an endin' to you and your crew
I sip a brew and at the same
Time drink the life out of you
I righteously come through
Created in the likeness of who?
G-O-D, can sell a half a line for a G
Check ballistics
You won't be takin' mine from me
Oh boy, you p noid
Heard my lightnin' and thunder
Not Thor but frightening
Type of stress I've been under
I'm the one-eyed Jack
I'm here to smack you back
In '83, I seen stacks, run your kicks
Take a flick and act
(What's real?) Certified street poetry
In the game a long time, so you know it's me
Nigga (What's real?) Gang Starr, muthafucka
We live all you fake niggas run and hide
We wanna know (What's real?) It's Lil Dap in
The place to be
We livin' proof, supa star, you see
We wanna know
(What's real?) The Foundation, yo
We presidential
Y'all ain't built for what we been through
Underground, I might as well
Record in the sewer
Notorious lord of the war tourin' Aruba
Before I was born I'd of warned
You and showed you the Ruger
I'ma shoot four through your fedora
Destroy your medulla
I could get these niggas X'd
Quick as sendin' a text for disrespect
Shit'll be simple as orderin' an Uber
I don't know what's quicker to change
Them figures or fame
But I guarantee you don't nothin'
Move more than the moolah
All these rappers really cut out to do
Is squash the beef and dip
Y'all need to cut out the diva shit
Every time a nigga like Fever
Nina come out the dealership
The streets hear the sound of that
Preem droppin' the needle skip
Like Kane walkin' in "The Symphony"
Abel is my brother who all
He offers is infamy i bust Magnums
Either strategize or duck faster
I send his whole group home
Like Melachi the Nutcracker
Preem blowin' weed, he a master on the courts
I'm a student with the rap that's
Spewin' passion on the chorus
While the smoke is in the air
Feel like voodoo's on the floor
'Cause we got the actual ashes
Of Guru on the boards
He's sittin' right inside an
Urn in the session
Lookin' down from Heaven to
Gang Starr's current progression
Earnin' successes
His legacy get treated like four themes
Movin' forward then let his children
Eat off the proceeds
(What's real?) Certified street poetry
In the game a long time, so you know it's me
Nigga (What's real?) Gang Starr, muthafucka
We live all you fake niggas run and hide
We wanna know (What's real?) It's Lil Dap in
The place to be
We livin' proof, supa star, you see
We wanna know
(What's real?) The Foundation, yo
We presidential
Y'all ain't built for what we been through
(What's real?)
(Gang Starr, boy
And that's beyond your comprehension)
(Gang Starr, boy
And that's beyond your comprehension)
(Gang Starr, boy
And that's beyond your comprehension)