Real Shit Lyrics - The Master - Rakim

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 firs