Beyond Real

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, yeah, check it Welcome, yeah To the next realm, the next level Beatin' you in the head with a shovel Yeah, got to comprehend Check it out, one time [Verse 1] Who's the one that can't comprehend a verse? That a man send like a cell phone when you hear the bell tone Now let's go, let's go roam the streets get the cream from Every single challenge that I meet, discretely If you greet me, show and love reflect the same Like a mirror what your heart is made of The deal is to do niggas what niggas do to you If they rob you, well, we ain't got to be criminal too Original Crew make up yourself, every time Any line in my rhyme, it's all a part of the crime The place, now and here, where and how you gettin' done You just a fraction of my talent gettin' burnt by the sun When you come like an orgasm makin' mad noise Talk a whole lot of shit like I'm supposed to lose my poise Man, I'm way past real, I feel I'm at the next level Lyrics so deep, I'm givin' backhands to the devil [Chorus: Samples & Scratches] I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau (You dig?) The smooth criminal on beat breaks I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau (You dig?) The smooth criminal on beat breaks I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau (You dig?) The smooth criminal on beat breaks I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau (You dig?) The smooth criminal [Verse 2] Now with no strain I maintain like Gorilla Super Pushin' for a super evil type, ways like Lex Luthor For the loot you gotta be 'cause flattery will get you nowhere Tear ghost tears in my eyes and you will see that there'll be no fear Of any individual made of flesh and blood Check the flood of lyrics from the Kriminul Original shit, that's what the Jigs be about See the route that we chose, keep these MC's on they motherfuckin' toes Like a ballerina started in Medina Ground Heights With some fight, main occupation roll a blunt's type Filled with marijuana, boost that Dolce Gabbana Sell the gear on the corner, make it hot like Tijuana With lyrics that's harder and niggas try to get record deals I reckon still a man with no arms will be able to feel Raps I drop like tops on Mustang convertibles, unhurtable Flows like these bound to murder you [Chorus: Samples & Scratches] I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau (You dig?) The smooth criminal on beat breaks I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau (You dig?) The smooth criminal on beat breaks I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau (You dig?) The smooth criminal on beat breaks I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau The smooth criminal on beat breaks [Verse 3] 'Cause I don't give a fuck these days The heatwave from the ghetto got me on the pressure Back where she stays, in my Philly Box in my kitchen counter For chocolate thai's mix in canna, fill in the pressed side of the header Express the obvious that oblivious to me be these fake niggas in the industry Man, I don't give a fuck about your keys of coke Glocks that you claim you tote Lyrics that you said you wrote or even if you slit your throat What I'm sayin' is nowadays nothin' matters My intellect's above your head, you couldn't reach with Jacob's ladder You say it's real son, I'm sayin' it's beyond that I'm on track regardless of the fact no record contract Contact with the fraudulent, I keep it at a minimum Roberta Flack with my raps, softly I'll be killin' 'em Fillin' 'em like cavities, the baddest man is me Droppin' hits like heroine in your arteries [Chorus: Samples & Scratches] I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau (You dig?) The smooth criminal on beat breaks I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau (You dig?) The smooth criminal on beat breaks I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau (You dig?) The smooth criminal on beat breaks I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau (You dig?) The smooth criminal on beat breaks