Whatever Happened (the Birth) Lyrics - Az The Visualiza

Yeah, some firm shit, you know I mean? 

For all the niggas, in New York 

All across the motherfuckin' world 

Ain't nuttin' changed yet, shit's still real 

Yo 

Yo, major large niggas get they grind on cash 

While the crab thinkin' niggas keep they mind on ass 

I guess most motherfuckers ain't designed to last 

Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? 

Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? 

Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? 

You know the routine, fast cars, rings get a crew seen 

We true fiends, old school style that's how we do things 

Born and destined, hands on many investments 

Strong, reflect this 'til I'm drawn back to the essence 

Street wise, 36 waist, small feet size 

The C.I.'s quick to slide off, once the heat rise 

Detour, poverty zone, police war going through each dawn 

Searchin' new ways for me to eat more 

Fast learner, quiet storm, play the back burner 

Bureaucrats, I react like Nat Turner 

Hold weight, used to rock kicks wit no lace 

Fuck a soulmate, low heart pace, pulse at a slow rate 

Runnin' rapid, while others play as if they captive 

Brain's inactive, bein' subjected to this crab shit 

To each his own, fuck the foulness, need a week alone 

We can zone, all day long, on the speaker phone 

600, nine five North, stay blunted 

Stress, I came from it, sex got drained from it 

The new breed star gazin', raisin' two seeds 

To be free, the franchise is all a whole crew need, indeed 

Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? 

Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? 

Whips and full clips and pussy lips, rubber grips attached to hips 

Past the journey to the crib, the purest sickness cura 

Holy Koran, sirah, leaves man to understand 

I stand up as rough briva 

Heart is bleedin', stress got my hair line receedin' 

God look, we feedin', leadin' my seeds, back to Eden 

And stay suspicious of promiscuous bitches 

Who don't wash and do dish 

And to big for your britches 

Lustin' riches, fuckin' the next man mistress 

You wonder why your pussy itches 

Fat ass sample wit out the glitches 

Shatter your mental, split your bean up like a lentil 

Disfigure your face, you recognizin' by the dental 

Hot lead from raw heat, left in store meat 

Lay it out on Broadstreet 

Before he left all he heard was the echo from the shot 

Cops autopsy revealed, he was stopped by the glock 

Devils lettin' off Scuds, thugs trapped up in hood houses 

New York, been infested by Bloods 

Lustin' for colors of red More black lies done shed 

Through yet the blood travelin' 

Through veins remain blue 

Boned out until we zone out, no doubt 

Chicken heads beg for the 9 inch Applehead 

Their legs open like fallopian, lubricated by petroleum 

Nine months later comes the ovary explosion 

Bitch you stupid? A hundred dollars you couldn't recoup it 

When I reign the truth on your brain you muted 

Rula, zig-zag, zig Allah, plus Allah zig, zag-zig 

We addin' more knowledge to your wig 

Yo, major large niggas get they grind on cash 

While the crab thinkin' niggas keep they mind on ass 

I guess most motherfuckers ain't designed to last 

Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? 

Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? 

Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? 

Word up, word up, yeah 

Wu-Tang, firm up in this piece know what I mean? 

Open it down, stamp of approval, you know? 

Get ya brain washed, you know what I'm sayin'? 

Get ya muscle tendered & straight 

No doubt, no doubt 

Word up, the black God exists in the physical form, you know? 

Holdin' this, A to the Z, I know what time it is, aight, Armageddon