What's Real (Explicit) - Gang Starr/Group Home/Royce da 5'9"

Lyrics by：Christopher E. Martin/Keith Elam/James Heath/Jamal Felder/Ryan Montgomery

Composed by：Christopher E. Martin

What's real

What's real

The real question is

What's real

What's real

Try your best to diagnose

What's real

What's real

People all around

You got to recognize and witness

I got soldiers that'll turn s**t out burn s**t 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 n***a

What's real gang starr muthaf**ka we live

All you fake n***as 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 n***as 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 s**t

Every time a n***a 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' w**d 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 n***a

What's real gang starr muthaf**ka we live

All you fake n***as 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