Rakim - Real Shit lyrics

Yeah it's the paragraph ambassador
The wild style fashioner
It's the god Rakim, the master feel this

This is that lost abstract 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' the sack
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' crazy hot
Boom boom- make you bust another
Shot from the Glock

Explain the feeling you get when
You hear a smash hit
When the track hit, it's classic, yeah
That's it
For the ladies this is the hatrick
With the back lit
For men that get pornographic with that chick
Life'strap click, stack tips with a fat whip
Illest one of Ra's tactics, now that's sick
Similar to the rush casket with
The with a gas bin
In other words, ayo, this is that shit

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

Explain the feeling you get when
You hear a smash hit
When the track hit, it's classic, yeah
That's it
For the ladies this is the hatrick
With the back lit
For men that get pornographic with that chick
Life'strap click, stack tips with a fat whip
Illest one of Ra's tactics, now that's sick
Similar to the rush casket with
The with a gas bin
In other words, ayo, this is that shit

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 hit's
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

Explain the feeling you get when
You hear a smash hit
When the track hit, it's classic, yeah
That's it
For the ladies this is the hatrick
With the back lit
For men that get pornographic with that chick
Life'strap click, stack tips with a fat whip
Illest one of Ra's tactics, now that's sick
Similar to the rush casket with
The with a gas bin
In other words, ayo, this is that shit