Illy, MC Mantra, Grey Ghost - The Real lyrics
[Illy, MC Mantra, Grey Ghost - The Real lyrics]
Yeah, Who gonna equal this
None of them count
The sum's the whole of their parts
So no point interrupting 'em now
They just divide themselves by themselves
Staying boxed under the ground
Square roots, no fucking around, we nail it
They tools man, they wanna compare cuticles
The last one's standing out
Like the chair's musical
Peace and games now
But ain't a distant scene to see
The blast cavities indicative the
History between us
It's been war, and all's fair in it
Beware of the truth
Can't raise troops off of fairy bread
At this range
Our caliber won't put a hole in your head
They'll blow your head clean off your neck
Bomb squad stomp in
Lock step, Illy Al, Grey Ghost, Mantrizzle
Trigga Trials in the building
Supplying death till demand filled
It's a minefield, blow up appeal
Their LP's landfill soon as we sign
Seal and deliver the real, uh
"Hydro Bazooka shit" "Hit em where it hurts"
"Blow them motherfucking back back out"
"We keeps it real inside
The battlefield battlefield
Battle battle battlefield"
"This ain’t rap rapping"
"This is warfare""Bitch"
"Nobody move ‘til I say-say so"
"Time’s up over-over, blaow!"
I traded in an AK47 for a pile of 45S
So my weapon is the music in the war tonight
Call this gorilla warfare cos I'm
About to go ape shit grey Ghost
Jeremedy double agent
Door to door killer, semi-automatic villain
Spit it at a million miles
A minute 'til I'm finished
Send a prayer to mother earth
Cos we tortured to girl
Write lyrics as a way of
Declaring war on the world
Words of mass destruction (WMDS)
Instructions only seen by a couple of MC's
Playing cops and robbers
I would always play cadet
A plank of wood with a stick
Taped to it as a bayonet
A rapscallion's adorned in medallions
Don't ever wanna fuck with
Me and my battalion
Strictly lyrical kid, criminal mind
Scribble over your lyric page
To cross enemy lines
"Hydro Bazooka shit" "Hit em where it hurts"
"Blow them motherfucking back back out"
"We keeps it real inside
The battlefield battlefield
Battle battle battlefield"
"This ain’t rap rapping"
"This is warfare""Bitch"
"Nobody move ‘til I say-say so"
"Time’s up over-over, blaow!"
Who could even assume that
Another living human
Could possibly do what I'm doing
Let alone prove it
I move in and out of reality
Truly unique anatomy
This unity on a track is nuclear fusion
A volatile, highly flammable
Collusion of chemicals
Caught on a collision course with
Whoever try stepping to
Arms dealer got my crew standing sentinel
Checking the bomb is armed and
To the letter exceptional
No expectations, we merely make examples
Rap to break records
Occasionally clear samples
Tamper with the fabric of classic rap shit
Put a tear right through it
And stare right through it
As far as I'm concerned
It's there for my amusement
So when I tear mics, dude
It's meat at my truest
Soothsaying superhuman sharp shooter
Who's playing? I'm aiming at you
Setting 'em ablaze in the booth
"Hydro Bazooka shit" "Hit em where it hurts"
"Blow them motherfucking back back out"
"We keeps it real inside
The battlefield battlefield
Battle battle battlefield"
"This ain’t rap rapping"
"This is warfare""Bitch"
"Nobody move ‘til I say-say so"
"Time’s up over-over, blaow!"
None of them count
The sum's the whole of their parts
So no point interrupting 'em now
They just divide themselves by themselves
Staying boxed under the ground
Square roots, no fucking around, we nail it
They tools man, they wanna compare cuticles
The last one's standing out
Like the chair's musical
Peace and games now
But ain't a distant scene to see
The blast cavities indicative the
History between us
It's been war, and all's fair in it
Beware of the truth
Can't raise troops off of fairy bread
At this range
Our caliber won't put a hole in your head
They'll blow your head clean off your neck
Bomb squad stomp in
Lock step, Illy Al, Grey Ghost, Mantrizzle
Trigga Trials in the building
Supplying death till demand filled
It's a minefield, blow up appeal
Their LP's landfill soon as we sign
Seal and deliver the real, uh
"Hydro Bazooka shit" "Hit em where it hurts"
"Blow them motherfucking back back out"
"We keeps it real inside
The battlefield battlefield
Battle battle battlefield"
"This ain’t rap rapping"
"This is warfare""Bitch"
"Nobody move ‘til I say-say so"
"Time’s up over-over, blaow!"
I traded in an AK47 for a pile of 45S
So my weapon is the music in the war tonight
Call this gorilla warfare cos I'm
About to go ape shit grey Ghost
Jeremedy double agent
Door to door killer, semi-automatic villain
Spit it at a million miles
A minute 'til I'm finished
Send a prayer to mother earth
Cos we tortured to girl
Write lyrics as a way of
Declaring war on the world
Words of mass destruction (WMDS)
Instructions only seen by a couple of MC's
Playing cops and robbers
I would always play cadet
A plank of wood with a stick
Taped to it as a bayonet
A rapscallion's adorned in medallions
Don't ever wanna fuck with
Me and my battalion
Strictly lyrical kid, criminal mind
Scribble over your lyric page
To cross enemy lines
"Hydro Bazooka shit" "Hit em where it hurts"
"Blow them motherfucking back back out"
"We keeps it real inside
The battlefield battlefield
Battle battle battlefield"
"This ain’t rap rapping"
"This is warfare""Bitch"
"Nobody move ‘til I say-say so"
"Time’s up over-over, blaow!"
Who could even assume that
Another living human
Could possibly do what I'm doing
Let alone prove it
I move in and out of reality
Truly unique anatomy
This unity on a track is nuclear fusion
A volatile, highly flammable
Collusion of chemicals
Caught on a collision course with
Whoever try stepping to
Arms dealer got my crew standing sentinel
Checking the bomb is armed and
To the letter exceptional
No expectations, we merely make examples
Rap to break records
Occasionally clear samples
Tamper with the fabric of classic rap shit
Put a tear right through it
And stare right through it
As far as I'm concerned
It's there for my amusement
So when I tear mics, dude
It's meat at my truest
Soothsaying superhuman sharp shooter
Who's playing? I'm aiming at you
Setting 'em ablaze in the booth
"Hydro Bazooka shit" "Hit em where it hurts"
"Blow them motherfucking back back out"
"We keeps it real inside
The battlefield battlefield
Battle battle battlefield"
"This ain’t rap rapping"
"This is warfare""Bitch"
"Nobody move ‘til I say-say so"
"Time’s up over-over, blaow!"