- Gang Starr What's Real 歌詞
- Gang Starr
- Whats real?
('The real question is...') Whats real?
('Try your best to diagnose...') Whats real
('People all around, you got to recognize and witness')
I got soldiers thatll turn shit out, burn shit out
Do I come correctly when its my turn? No doubt
I twisted trees in the cold with one hand wipin my nose
Girls say that Im fly cause they be likin my clothes
But the clothes or the money cant make the man
When I apply my vicious grip, you cant take it, man
Face it and understand, there are no winnings for you
What Im 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 wont be takin mine from me
Oh boy, you p-noid, heard my lightnin and thunder
Not Thor but frightening, type of stress Ive been under
Im the one-eyed Jack, Im here to smack you back
In 83, I seen stacks, run your kicks, take a flick and act
(Whats real?) Certified street poetry
In the game a long time, so you know its me, nigga
(Whats real?) Gang Starr, mutha****a, we live
All you fake niggas run and hide, we wanna know
(Whats real?) Its Lil Dap in the place to be
We livin proof, supa star, you see, we wanna know
(Whats real?) The Foundation, yo, we presidential
Yall aint builtfor what we been through
Underground, I might as well record in the sewer
Notorious lord of the war, tourin Aruba
Before I was crawlin Id warn you and show you the Ruger
Ima shoot four through your fedora, destroy your medulla
I could get these niggas Xd, quick as sendin a text
For disrespect, shitll be simple as orderin an Uber
I dont know whats quicker to change, them figures or fame
But I guarantee you dont nothin move more than the moolah
All these rappers really cut out to do is squash the beef and dip
Yall 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
Im a student with the rap thats spewin passion on the chorus
While the smoke is in the air, feel like voodoos on the floor
Cause we got the actual ashes of Guru on the boards
Hes sittin right inside an urn in the session
Lookin down from Heaven to Gang Starrs current regression
Earnin successes, his legacy get treated like four themes
Movin forward then let his children eat off the proceeds
(Whats real?) Certified street poetry
In the game a longtime, so you know its me, nigga
(Whats real?) Gang Starr, mutha****a, we live
All you fake niggas run and hide, we wanna know
(Whats real? ) Its Lil Dap in the place to be
We livin proof, supa star, you see, we wanna know
(Whats real?) The Foundation, yo, we presidential
Yall aint built for what we been through
(Whats real?)
('Gang Starr, boy, and thats beyond your comprehension')
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