what's real

Lyrics

what's real?, what's real?, what's real, i got soldiers that'll turn shit out, burn shit 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, certified street poetry, in the game a long time, so you know it's me, nigga, gang starr, muthafucka, we live, all you fake niggas run and hide, we wanna know, it's lil dap in the place to be, we livin' proof, supa star, you see, we wanna know, 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 crawlin' i'd warn you and show you the ruger, i'ma shoot four through your fedora, destroy your medulla, i could get these niggas 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 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, 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 regression, earnin' successes, his legacy get treated like four themes, movin' forward then let his children eat off the proceeds, certified street poetry, in the game a long time, so you know it's me, nigga, gang starr, muthafucka, we live, all you fake niggas run and hide, we wanna know, it's lil dap in the place to be, we livin' proof, supa star, you see, we wanna know, the foundation, yo, we presidential, y'all ain't built for what we been through,