Really Livin' Lyrics - Singles - Rascalz

[Red One] 

We're gettin' mad props, like on the movie set 

So take that to the races, 'cause it's a sure bet 

How could you lose when you're rollin' with the right stuff? 

I'm smooth on the mic, but still I like to drop rough 

When I let go, never on the techno 

Sell me soul for a million? Um, heck no 

I freak on the budha tip, suckers slip and lose their grip 

When I flip and trip, oooh, a nice busted lip 

But I'm a freaker, for the people 

'Cause when I smoke a blunt I'm higher than a church stepel 

That's why I gotta thank God for what I was given 

My pockets are fat, and that's the way I'm really livin' 

So check it, you know I come to wreck it, I do much damage 

And like Don King, you can't manage 

'Cause my crew stacks up, my number one backup 

And we don't even pack up 

'Cause we cut no static, we just kick ballistics 

So don't mess around unless you really wanna risk it 

I'm runnin' down tracks as if they were a relay 

I know I've blown your mind, yes there's no need for a replay 

When I'm thinkin' it, suckers still be freakin' at it 

Yes I've passed this mamage, now I'm coming automatic 

So jump off my wagon, my crew was never laggin' 

Hittin' skins, writin' rhymes, then we're on the ball, taggin' 

Like juveniles, with the phat groovy styles 

Never been to Egypt, but still, we like to flow like the Nile 

Everybody got that? Make sure that you get it 

'Cause I break more points than Swayze, and I can bet it 

[Misfit] 

Resign, I'm next in line, 'cause that spot's mine 

The Emcees intwine, I turn, and are hung from the spine 

'Cause you the sized fist, and the fury I let lose 

I'm Quick to break you down and bury your head like a goose 

You deuce, I'm the ends that makes the break point in this race 

Deface your whole name and erase terror in the place 

Shed the dark, I clear park with the rhyme, I be swingin' like gates, I illustrate 

ill flows that I bringin' to ya 

I make 'em go through ya, Misfit, I knowledge just to get psycho like puma moona 

I devestate with the crew as we penetrate 

Refresh our buddha bless with the sess that stimulates 

Another rhyme, yes a funky rhyme, yo it's that time 

You step with intricance and catch a blast from my nine 

Ten, let's rewind to hear it all again 

And revise and memorize there lyrics to tell a friend 

[Chorus] 

You can't yank the plug on the vibe (hip-hop is livin') 

It's really livin' 

You can't yank the plug on the vibe 

That I'm givin' 

[Misfit] 

Phat, like I cause static and havoc to me victims 

Watch out, I'm swingin' a big rap star bash for the pen 

And heavy hittin', I'm splittin' g's in threes when I preceed 

Indeed, take heed 

To this lesson and lead I bring forth 

Off course, lyrics hittin' when I come up, flame stitchin' the souls of opponents 

like a blow torch 

The essence, eternally able to hold my own 

On the phone, I got a knack for throwin' sticks and stones to break bones 

A commander in command, in control, at the helm 

I gotta blast that ass if you step in my realm 

But since I sliced and diced your prime rib into minced meat 

My feat was your defeat, so take a loss and a seat 

My zone, get your own and your teeth off my bone 

And now I leave you hangin' like Stallone 

[Red One] 

Check my lingo, 'cause on this phat track, I'm a let go 

Lyrics to catch wreck like Koresh in Waco 

In the style of hip-hop, I love it with a passion 

So wacth as a grab the mic and flex in this fashion 

Like Jane Fonda, 'cause I got moves like a Honda 

We're here to bring hip-hop, way beyond yonder 

I wonder, how far could we take it without selling out? 

'Cause we're bad to the bone beyond a shadow of a doubt 

When I'm first to the verse, I've got a ninja-like swiftness 

And known to stone the mic with the bonafide stiffness 

>From the underground, my grand central station 

I do what I want, and it's called an occupation 

And what I wanna do is for the whole damn nation 

Keep hip-hop alive for another generation 

[Chorus]