Ultra - Keep it Real lyrics

(Yo, yo it's my man Tim Dog, what's up Tim?)

(Yo whassup Kool Keith
Yo I know y'all representin
Keepin it real for the streets)

(yeah, yo I know you're not gonna
Move out the projects right?)

Yo whassup? This is Kool Keith (yeah)
First of all I'd like to say
The industry is wack (wack)
That's right, I said it, the industry is wack
(wack) everybody wack
I'm tired of this, let's do this
Yeah, check it out

I'm hearin jokes, freestyled
They jam is wack
But representin my scrotum I show dem
Punks how to do this like Brutus I'm raw
Sissies think they hardcore
Ass-out-hole-cold, kid freeze your rectum
Don't step to me with Hip-Hop
Pop as Michael Jackson
Your crew is no threat
Your style just a small fraction
So get up, lick the nuts, catch the hiccups
Your two man crew, add one, makin doo doo
You got your fans souped up
People drinkin urine
I'm mysterious plus your girl
Begs for anal sex
I got my tape butt naked, pumpin Ricki Lake
Dogstyle champ, you pause at B
Watch your crack shake
I got no time for toys and cheap steaks
I'm boys with Texas niggas
My crew down to pull triggers
Yo tell Ray to spin the record
Take the sawed-off shotty
I call direct to jail, speak to John Gotti
Yo niggas out here is jockin
Hard on his balls
Yo my flow just drop like Niagara Falls
Keep it real - represent what? My nut!
Keep it real - represent what? My nut!
Keep it real - represent what? My nut!

I see MC's are frail, skinny
Bony like Jodeci
With two-faced ducks who ministrate
Like they knowin' me
There's your tampon that sticks
On the panty-liner
Suckers come step with Mary J blige eyeliner
I rub my thing on your neck
And gain more respect ten worms you drop
Next time you get your ass checked
I check stools and throw doo
Doo back on you fools
Nobody can rap, your album's wack
Vinyl monkey-crap
Giraffe pee pee, you couldn't give away a CD
With female singers collaborating at NVD
For your like starts, you taking dumb shots
Naked like kids with pampers
You all piss-pots
The whole industry is booty
Like a burnin' cooty like black syphilis
You're puss gettin' stuck with this
With your cheerleader chorus
Your style is divorced my style Jim Kelly
Your crew is all Chuck Norris
With rhyme kissin' your face yo
How my sperm taste?
Your girl drinks fast behind
She likes a water chase i do damage
Put spots on your people's rectums
Open tissues up with pliers
I do dissect them
Intestines, yes, rappers walk, bleed internal
I light your glans like the Towering Inferno
Laser ray your anus
Stop your style up like signers
Leave you there like Charlie
Brown suckin' Linus in a colostomy bag
Spending with a bloody rag
Hangin' out, representin', you were gay today
Child molester Louie
Touching babies on their coochie
Watch it kids
The boys' out there sellin' pampers
Keep it real - represent what? My nut!
Keep it real - represent what? My nut!
Keep it real - represent what? My nut!
Keep it real - represent what? My nut!

I caught you rappers in that fly parade
Down West 4th St lookin' at me for cold cuts
And a slice of meat
With two earrings, sweet cheeks
Your crew is Daisy Dukes
I'll send your picture to your
Wife sportin' hooker boots
Suckers get blackmailed
With naked shots in Black Tail
I'll take the magazines all over
'round the city
Then show your grandma, "yeah
Ain't they pretty?"
Yo that's Earl, dressed up like a female girl
I print out more copies
Hand 'em out at the mall
That thing in your butt
Your mouth full with hairy dog balls
Laryngitis, gingivitis face
Ashy necks come correct
My dialect on your rectum spot

Keep it real - represent what? My nut!
Keep it real - represent what? My nut!
Keep it real - represent what? My nut!
Keep it real - represent what? My nut!