who these beat by, why you dress fly
why do you not wave much and only walk by
i got my mind on one thing homie at all times
and i cant not talk much and i'll explain why
first of all, i aint down with ya set
you rapping bout money and dollas that you aint seen yet
how bout you actually rap naturally and not about checks
then at the end of it you might just get a bit of respect
and half of Jackson hasn't heard of me yet
the popular has coated over like a special effect
but im original, the mythical and actual threat
old school kicking beats on a plastic cassette
damn, i coming with my heart in it
its only fair that i play bigger part in it
im not dissing ya dream, but imma finish it
and kill you so deliberate that all your fans are feeling it
young prod, ill even the odds, for young rappers
who aint about the money and the greed and the fashion
power and the fame, or the molly and the acid
more about the hip hop, and writing up a classic
more about the message that we spit out to the masses
kids in the classes, taught with our taxes
talking ratchet, and shit is starting madness
they lay it all out in they Facebook status
instead of maning up and keeping fun and work balanced
word, you cannot suppress my talents
stop acting man, you aint jimmy fallon
don't test me e-straight, don't start the challenge

and you know, you know, by the end im wrecking it,
with the realness, with the realness, yeah
and you know, you know, by the end im wrecking it,
with the realness, with the realness, yeah
and you know, you know, by the end im wrecking it,
with the realness, with the realness, yeah

the two loves of my life, yeah you know who you are
Riane the animal and Carley Anne, i'll name who you are
i hope you hear the fact im sorry to the both of you all
cause i did you both dirty, ill admit i was wrong
being real is not a common thing i know it by now
cause the love i build up, always seem to fall, down
could it be that im to blame for the shit
and maybe im the one who sabotages women i get
hopeless romantic, and with my life on a sheet,
you'll understand it, but no one seems to listen to me
thinking time will change us all into a perfect disease
and make it bad to wanna stand out, to show a unique
sheek, or shape, you square, round or fake,
i dare you to not compare, too see the change I make
writing when im awake and hidden behind a face
where memories come to place, and possibilities fade
people dying without a name,
or living within an era where propaganda can raise
devils upon a stage, we in a spiritual age
fuck it, im staying real and not changing me on a page
now come'on pack, don't go for for that
the game is full of all these chain reactions
we aint going in the same directions
if you sleep on me, you gunna come in second
got these lyrics for my own protection
i think i'll never get to pop the question
fuck it, i'll just eat this fucking breakfast,
and write a verse, that'll leave you breathless
common features of a local artist is a
shitty hook, with quality that's garbage
but i can show you how to spit, shit so flawless
so go and make real shit, like my fucking chorus

and you know, you know, by the end im wrecking it,
with the realness, with the realness, yeah
and you know, you know, by the end im wrecking it,
with the realness, with the realness, yeah
and you know, you know, by the end im wrecking it,
with the realness, with the realness, yeah