Real Shit Lyrics - Canibus

Yeah 

It's the paragraph ambassador 

The wild style fashioner 

It's the God rakim, the master 

Feel this 

(1st verse) 

This is that lost ass track off-the-rack kind of a track 

You forced to rap, remember that? it's that 

You know where I'm at, there go the gat 

Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind of attack 

Steamin' ___, speedin' navigatin' the map 

Negotiating with a chick, she got her head on your lap, ya hand on your gat 

Premeditated plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest mens in the back 

Comb the block, stop in the zone that's hot 

Get out like you own the spot, home or not 

It's that no mood to play, move out the my way 

Yo, I been whistlin' this tune from throughout the day 

Hey, yo, this is that ol' y'all niggas don't wanna battle 

Turn it up loud make the whole block rattle 

Boom boom- this one is gettin' blazin' hot 

Boom boom- make you bust another shot from the glock 

(chorus) 

From the streets below to everything above 

To the heart that pumps ra-kim allah's blood 

I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug 

You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues 

From the streets beneath my feet to the sun 

I'm number one and competition is still none 

And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs 

You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues 

(2nd verse) 

Here we come now 

Turntable spin like a merry-go-round 

Never slow down, depending on how good your stereo sounds 

Set it, up in the hood where we go surround 

Tearin' through towns, turn 'em into burial grounds 

This is the track that made theodore wanna scratch 

The track that caused the first kid to spin on his back 

And then we saw, kids spray-painting the wall 

While some of y'all was waitin' for war breakin' the law 

It's no antidote it's what you can't provoke 

So just relax with your girls or your mans and smoke 

And take a real hit, soon as it bang you feel quick 

It's real thick, this is that ol' real shit 

This is the description of designs for you to listen to 

Reminiscin' the times and nothin' in particular 

Keep you goin' just like a whole pot of coffee 

Have you and your shorty doin' 80 in a 40 

(chorus) 

From the streets below to everything above 

To the heart that pumps ra-kim allah's blood 

I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug 

You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues 

From the streets beneath my feet to the sun 

I'm number one and competition is still none 

And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs 

(3rd verse) 

You know what this is 

Yeah kid, give up your riches 

Vicious, visions is not for motion pictures 

Unstoppable, rollin' witcha sickest clique of niggas 

Or witcha missus, gettin tropical kisses 

Makin' faces, anticipatin' places her tongue hits 

Suck her neck or just peck, better to funk it 

The ep is in effect from dusk to sunset 

She want a rim shot all over her drum set 

Jump the bed rubbin' your head- it's rough sex 

50 ways to keep a love wet 

Down and up the steps with crazy positions left till she upset 

"damn, baby, you ain't come yet? " 

Hell, no- doomstick big as a elbow 

Gel soft, well blow, give him a minute, he'll grow 

And all you gotta do is play the track again 

I'm ready and revived, baby, back again 

(chorus) 

From the streets below to everything above 

To the heart that pumps ra-kim allah's blood 

I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug 

You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues 

From the streets beneath my feet to the sun 

I'm number one and competition is still none 

And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs 

You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues 

[canibus] 

Yo! 

Check it, yo! 

I'm faster than leopards running across the vast desert 

In twenty-two yards per second to catch me to daily delicatessen 

It takes me thirty minutes to eat'em, forty minutes to digest'em, 

And fifty minutes for it to pass through my intestines 

So ask yourself a question? (what question? ) 

Can the canibus rhyme? 

Is a fuckin porcupine half swine? 

No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die? 

Clip you while you're running by, trip you up from behind 

My rhymes, confuse niggas 

Like somebody try to gang-bang 

Wearin' a blue shirt and red pants, throwin' up signs with there left hand 

Standin' out on the corner of wetlands with a confederate flag for a headband 

God dam eggplants, niggas getting' me vexed man 

Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like fred sav 

And I can't seem to get away from it 

I dreamed that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it 

In my past life I slayed hundreds, and in the life before that 

I played trumpets, to warn you that I was comin' 

There's one billion ways to die, and I already tried 

Nine-hundred million nine hundred and ninety nine 

When I aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls flying 

Striking you one at a time, in a parallel line 

While the art of emceeing is steady dieing 

Canibus and rakim allah is still in there prime! 

(chorus) 

From the streets below to everything above 

To the heart that pumps ra-kim allah's blood 

I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug 

You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues 

From the streets beneath my feet to the sun 

I'm number one and competition is still none 

And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs 

You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues