You Can’t Front (Shit is Real)

Lyrics

[Intro: Man 1, Man 2] Ayo, what the fuck is this? Yo, that's that shit I was telling you about That's that Sadat X, Diamond D and Lord Finesse beat Oh okay, alright alright [Hook: Diamond D, Sadat X] Ayo, you know the shit is real (So don't front, jack) Yo, you know the shit is real (So don't front) Ayo, you know the shit is real (So don't front, jack) Ayo, you know the shit is real (You can't front) [Verse 1: Sadat X] Hmmm, straight to my toes making shit that hits The brothers often say that the quiet bald head Is like a bad motherfucker Now Rule bread and uptown fame Two to the head, what, daddy listen up Ayo, don't beat me over the head with that dumb shit, dad This is the type of shit I do, and Diamond me and you Along with your crew and the Nubians, too Made up some next shit, ayo but wash it off the skit Rapping in this whole soul over, that know from ?throw over? Who was in the rough, but Al said I'm the roughest Yo buck, this shit is hot, Diamond, you know how I feel Every time you call my crib you get some wreck shit is real I come with herbs and verbs, always a step ahead You can't nap on the dap cause it's wide The X will provide all souls aside Who gets the past but if your shit sounds trash You gotta go, I got a lot of soul, yo Old enough to know a real move from a brother Tell you who gets nuff or who's just pulling a brush Uptown stay the same, 2000 got the coochies Peace to Unique, mega Oreo got the lucci Bald heads run around, hey my man you got some stubble Rob G cut me low, let these cats know That when I chopped off my box, it opened up some next shit I hold next slow to make the old age grew Then I kicked it up, next spice lights Shorty's doing his own thing, the man with the knife Check it out, yo, Sadat X and Diamond D with the '93 shit [Hook: Diamond D, Sadat X] You know the shit is real (So don't front, jack) Yo, you know the shit is real (So don't front) Yo, you know the shit is real (So don't front, jack) Yo, you know the shit is real (You can't front) [Verse 2: Diamond D] Ayo I'm telling you now, it's the chubby kid from 165th street Choppin' motherfuckers into pieces of minced meat Back up boy, don't try to play me like a pipsqueak Don't even want to hear no words if your shit's weak 'Cause where I come from you might get done Like a steak on a sesame seed bun I got the mad flow, niggas drink they hassle They contemplate my name and then they say "shorty's bad" so Come on give me my props You can call it for your little sister or your moms and your pops Straight from the ghetto, into the Burbs Stunts that used to front get kicked to the curb With the quickness, I'm rhymin' over the beats with the thickness So run to the store so you can get this And memorize the words so the next time you here it you can kick this Yeah, no time for fakin', stay away from bacon I clock G's from the beats that I'm makin' Niggas was sleepin', but now have awakened Ask the Boricuas, ask the Jamaicans Who's the man in the hot seat? Givin' niggas chills like Ralph in Potsee I'm sendin' niggas back to bed Like an overdose of Actifed It's just a taste of the '93 shit Ayo, it ain't no secret [Hook: Diamond D, Sadat X] Ayo, you know the shit is real (So don't front, jack) Yo, you know the shit is real (So don't front) Hey, you know the shit is real (So don't front, jack) Yo, you know the shit is real (You can't front) [Verse 3: Lord Finesse, Diamond D] Check it, it ain't nothing you can gain from me (It's the Funky Man) And ain't a damn thing changed, money I lounge on the downlow MC's be frontin' like they funky but they can't fuck around though Niggas I spare none, I never shoot a fair one And I write rhymes more than bitches get their hair done My shit's butter, word to mother Rhyme with the mic in one hand and hold my dick with the other (Finesse is the man) Yeah, how'd you know? Cause my style of flow is smoother than Al Jarreau I'm no joke with the fast or slower raps Me and Diamond go back like mock necks and overlaps So by now you gots to figure I'm not the best motherfucker but I'm better than a lot of niggas And in a battle you can pick the winner The way I drop heavy shit you'd think I ate bricks for dinner You want to bet? Then call your bookie Cause I'm breakin' niggas up like motherfuckin' fortune cookies Check it out while I play post And say peace on out, I'll catch you folks on a later note [Outro: Diamond D] (Diamond gives shoutouts to fade)