Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Rated R & Beedie] (For the real hip-hip, for the—for the real hip-hop) And you keep it movin', that real hip-hop shit right here (For the real hip-hop) Ill Spoken, How High: The Mixtape Rated R, Diggz, Potent Product shit (For the real hip-hop, for—) (For the real hip-hop, for the—) Uh (For the—for the real hip-hop, I do it all for the real, for the real—) Shit is fire right here Can't forget God, blessed (For the real hip-hop, I said it's all for the real) Crown City Records (Ayo), DJ Fa'sho [Verse 1: Beedie] 'Cause I lived that lifestyle (What?) Beedie growin' up a white child, still influenced by this hype sound Through it, man, my life's foul I'm like, "Wow—wow, can I—can I come—come—*record scratch* 'Cause I lived that lifestyle (What?) Beedie growin' up a white child, still influenced by this hype sound And I been through it, man, my life's foul I'm like, "Wow, how can I overcome what I'm right now?" (Rated R, shit) This is me, what you get is what you see And if I cop a sip, I can get it back for free (Yeah) I've been gettin' bags of tree, or that funky good shit (They call it kush) Got a bitch choppin' bricks like woodchips (Ka-pow) Ooh, shit, that's my new shit Two cigs 'cause I had to take two for my own usage Feelin' like a train or an automobile I keep burnin' up the hotter I feel You know the sea's filled with fish and some manatees (Ugh) They float by until the sharks come and grab they cheeks That's how it be, I'm a man too, man, I bleed So, can I breathe? And if I can't, then how can I be? How can I be for the real? [Chorus: Beedie & EZ Mac] I'm for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop I said it's all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop (Yeah), for the (Yeah)—for the real hip-hop, hip-hop [Verse 2: EZ Mac & Beedie] With a pad and a pen and the beat in my ears If you ain't heard about us now, well, EZ is here (We here) We posted up spittin' with some weed and a beer So if you hatin', best believe it's my year (Year) Fuck, it's my decade, no, it's my millennium So any cat who talks shit to Mac, I make a mess of 'em (Haha) Leave 'em as a pile of bones, a puddle of blood (Yo) No gravestone (Uh), sweep his ass under the rug (Uh, goodbye) [Verse 3: Beedie] So what you tryna prove? Quit it 'fore it loses (Uh-huh) Smoothest muhfucker at the spot, man, I'm too sick (Haha) And hip-hop ain't gon' stop this music Since I was a skinny muhfucker like a toothpick (I been here) I'm so crack, I spit top, shit's hot The flow so fire, I'm scared to get caught (Ha) If I get caught, don't get into my stock I was tryna make a couple dollars, I ain't in to get locked (I get lots) [Chorus: Beedie] I'm for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop I said it's all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop, hip-hop [Verse 4: EZ Mac] I got a crush on hip-hop, but I'm too afraid to tell her It's like curves, makin' love to each and every letter See, I hit in the back and we call it a capellas Gettin' in and out quickly, but over beats is better (Yep) 'Cause I sever your man's head or his neck if he disrespect Rap my love, this is true, I'm tryna be rich as heck (Chyeah) Love a mansion and fast cars, bein' a rap star, weed in a glass jar Blazin' these rap bars, y'all subpar, Madagascar, yeah, the king (What?) You better not see me in the ring 'Cause I'm a deadly man with the mic in my hands You pick a fight with my man, I'll leave you right where you stand (You know that I love this rap) But sufferin' succotash You think my punchlines are breakin' the punchin' bags See, I'm ready, breakin' the gates, can't get enough hate I love cake, so I'ma make it great, tell 'em Buscrates [Chorus: Beedie] I'm for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop (Yeah, so you gon' muhfuckin' do about it?) I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop (The Ill Spoken, Beedie and EZ Mac) I said it's all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop (And whoever else, may be consumed, yeah) I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop, hip-hop (We do it for the real, ugh)