Real MC’s

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, back on the set HDM, Jungle Nillz You know the steez, bring it on, bring it on Jungle Nillz style, represent Pimps and hustlers Yeah [Verse 1] It all begins in a smoke filled room, some fat bags of boom The more that I consume, the more my brain's into, true Many assume to get with my platoon But they meet they doom when they inhale the fumes And once the herbal mist sets in, then it begins I be expressin' verbal madness linkin' thoughts of sin I bless poetic scriptures from the scrolls of old With no reward from my sword, just pay me in gold Or platinum, smackin' em, [?] MC's Leave 'em prayin' on they knees while I'm puffin' these trees With ease I breeze through my lyrics and you can hear it Through the spirit I reveal it plus that beat that makes you feel it Is it, my red eyes that helps me prophesize? Or am I hypnotized by the chocolate thai stimula? Who can deny, no doubt, my shit is fly I stay high all the time that keep the corners off a nigga mind It's too sublime, so rewind and analyze Read between the lines, spark the L and catch that next rhyme [Chorus] This for the real MC's, this is for the real MC's You know the steez son This for the real MC's, this is for the real MC's NY [Verse 2] You better recognize the realness 'Cause only real niggas can feel this When I reveal this, lyrical genius, see what I mean is I rip the rhymes that hit that head like bells Strictly Jungle Nillz style, gettin' now, true and actual Ta-da! Who want it now, I'll get foul I'm rippin' MC's freestyle, don't make me dig in my files Now how many rappers must get torn out the frame Before they realize that this shit ain't no game No playin', know what I'm sayin' when conveyin' my speech I rhyme for real niggas representin' on the streets In the corners, let me inform ya because I'm gonna Annihilate this track and blow MC's out the border Lyrical slaughter, you scared while ya order Me 'cause see and be, lyrically you're a goner You know the steez, Hype The Mad Man G Or HDM for all of them who from around where I be 'cause yo [Chorus] This for the real MC's, this is for the real MC's You know the steez son This for the real MC's, this is for the real MC's NY [Verse 3] As I increase my high and visualize through my red eyes I analyze the wise who prophesize on our demise and I rise Recognize, sort the truth from the lies 'Cause I despise them feeble minds that can't fuck with my lines Through the theory that's divine, I'm ahead of my time 'Cause I design the kinda rhymes that should be savin' like wine A dimer that exotic makes me wanna get neurotic The stage, the battlefield and wack MC's, they are my target Spark it, soon as the dark hits, it's HDM-o I bring that ruckus to the mic and watch the shit turn cold I unfold the verbal scrolls found on Solomon's mind Witness treasure, herbal pleasure, sensimillian rhymes but, yo Fuck the specifics, ain't no time for the logistics It's too explicit, the way I kick it, lyrically I'm gifted You know I'm lifted, you can tell by how I'm rippin' it Like I invented it, Jungle Nillz I'm representin', whoa, yeah [Chorus] This for the real MC's, this is for the real MC's You know the steez son This for the real MC's, this is for the real MC's NY [Outro] One time for your mind, HDM on the set The professional, no question, no doubt Jungle Nillz, we keep it real Double J, you're in my heart baby pal Allah, one time for your mind Big Don Sugar Sheck where you at baby pal? One time for your mind And it don't stop, keep it real What, what the deal baby?