Real-ion

Lyrics

[Single Edit Intro: Fresh] My name's Fresh, I made "Real-ion", you know the deal-ion Got a big boy slang, rise higher than a hill-ion I big up my n***a Shizz, big up my boy (Napper) And everybody repping it for straight up real-ion Yeah, so we're doing it Fresh right now Big up Spider B on production for this one Straight up Real-ion Big up all the mandem repping This one's big, you get me? Big slang on the roads Right now, so we're doing it [Chorus: Fresh] My n****s all real-ion, draw for the steel-ion Boy get peel-ion, I wanna make a million Fuck that, n***a, I want a house on the hill-ion Boy, chat shit, you get bun on a real-ion So my n****s all real-ion, draw for the steel-ion Boy get peel-ion, I wanna make a million Fuck that, n***a, I want a house on the hill-ion Boy, chat shit, you get bun on a real-ion [Verse 1: Flirta D] And I murk spots like Clearasil-ion The nine mill-ion in your grill-ion make you see Clear as steel-ion, cold like a reptilian Ah, for real-ion? You know the deal-ion MC Flirta D is too real-ion (legend) I'm in it for the dough and the squillions I've got flows by the millions and the trillions Come again? Got flows by the fucking millions [Verse 2: Remerdee] I spit hot like a magnum steel-ion Don't like rules 'cause I keep it real-ion Do what I want how I want when I feel-ion Come against me, that's more than silly-on (Suicide!) Remerdee, straight Nigerian Cold blood in my veins like reptilian 6 foot 5, stand tall like hill-ion (Essentials!) Switch flows like a chameleon [Verse 3: Jme] Hello, everybody, it's Jme from Meridian (serious!) Old school like Sycho Sid-ion (serious!) Don't try take me for no idiot You'll get left in the alley like a bin-ion (serious!) Making dough like P Diddy-on You're just struggling for fifty quid-ion (serious!) I'ma be [?] just like a [?] You're shit, quick-quick for real-ion (serious!) [Verse 4: Shizzle] When I'm with the gyal dem, return to di stallion Foot pon shoulder, doggy styl-ion Fat pum pum get kill-ion, nine mill steel-ion Got the heat there, never chill-ion Like a hole in the wall, pussy get a drill-ion Orgasm, can't stay still-ion, hot like a grill-ion Came more times than Lilian Gave her the ting, AKA will-ion [Verse 5: Spider B] OK, it's the S to the Pillion, I to the Dillion E to the R dot Billion And I'm worth more than a million Soon I'm gonna be worth more than a billion pounds Because I'm gonna be worth a trillion So you better recognise real Before you get sparked in your grill-ion, two-time bang-bang Lights out, fake brehs get taken out, what? [Verse 6: Lethal Bizzle] So, what's the deal-ion? Don't wanna see this flow make a million N****s tryna stop me but you know they must be sill-ion .45, nine mill, no, it's not prett-ion So you better kick back in my opinion, yeah So, n***a, you better chill Or you'll see the hollow tips all up in your grill No, it's not a rebore, yeah, my shit is real You will see the nine mill to your grill (Pow!) [Verse 7: Soljah Kid AKA So Large] Soljah Kid, I'm militant Shot bars, strap bars, soon make a million Mob your set and ask you what's the deal-ion Feel free to come with your freestyl-ion I'll get ten out of ten, you'll get nil-ion Champion sound, don't care for your opinion Not Snoop Dogg so I don't say -izzle Back Fresh and end every bar with -ilion [Verse 8: Ryder] Myself, Ryd-ilion Murk waste guys, like a million In my left hand I've got a fill-ion, my right hand's got a nine mill-ion Smoke with both on the real-ion, so Murk Ryder, are you sill-ion? Ask your girl what's the deal-ion? Man in the ends watch-ilion I've lost count how many I think it's about one million [Verse 9: Napper] I can kick ball, I've got bare skill-ion Got bare skill-ion like a Brazilian Arsenal bought Reyes from Seville-ian New club record: seventeen million Don't care about garage just like William Like Fresh, I want a house on the hill-ion Who shot 50-ion? Your dress code, that's hideous Not friends with the Old Bill-ion [Verse 10: Babycham] I'm Brilliant A dot Billion Y dot C-ilion but I'm not a silly one Like Fresh, I rise higher than a hill-ion Aim that I turn my thousands to million Venues? Filling them; soundboys? Killing them Eight bars? Feeling 'em, yeah, that's real-ion I've got the skill-ion to make my life brilliant In this millennium, that's why I'm on "Real-ion" [Verse 11: Neeko] Killer, killer, yeah, that's real-ion I've got a nine mill, not nine million Bare face thugs and Killa's getting sick of 'em N****s chat shit, hollow tips start filling 'em Bring any soundboy, I'ma keep killing 'em One, two, three, four, I'ma get rid of 'em What, you've got a strap? So, what's the deal-ion? Oi, cuz, buss that steel-ion [Verse 12: Skitz 9] Right now, Skitz move sly on the real-ion Better still-ion, I'll put the shank through your belly And I'll put the shank through your neck [?] and take a billion I'll have a squillion, a couple billion Skitz 9 chilling and billing [?] Blacked out, bally on, dark boy, black like medallion This time move with gazillion Got me stashing the mash and it's not a long ting-ion [Outro: Fresh] Yeah So we're doing it Big up all the mandem that just repped for my slang Straight up real-ion, big ting on the roads, you see it? Myself Fresh, big up Shizzle, big up Napper Big up Spider B on production It's all real-ion this year OK