The Real Back

[Produced by Antman Wonder] [Verse 1] See every verse is like an exorcism Cause what I spit’ll make them heads turn Sorry for the wait, long [?] But I had to straighten out the kinks like a perm Don’t let it sit too long it might burn Ashes to ashes, I need a bigger urn Watch what a nigga earn, watcha what a nigga learn Stop [?] since Nas and Fox was in the fern I make these labels mourn until I make the tables turn Hitman, hitman, Bret Hart, Tommy Hearns Never worry about what’s none of my concern Cause we all in the dirt til we livin’ with the worms They told me save my breath if you tryna save they souls So you can spit the real, but real won’t get you on That real won’t get you know, that real won’t get you blown up My style is tailor made now look how I got it sewn up [Hook] Now see the real back Now tell me can you feel that? They tell me bring the real back Yea Now see the real back Now tell me can you feel that? Better run and tell your friends that [Verse 2] Another day another breath Another way another step Buncha bench players claimin’ [?] I’m Conrad Murray I ain’t got no patience left Y’all caught up in the hype, gettin’ lost in the buzz Most of y’all forgot what real rap was Y’all the make the game miserable y’all deep as a kiddie pool I will get rid of you, tell your lights on like [?] Rappers can’t rap and these singers can’t sing Can barely tell the difference they doin’ the same thing Homie this is a new route, too chopped to smooth out You rappers so pussy dykes probly eat you out My peoples want a change this the bottom of the wishing well They feel the words somebody tell ‘em this isn’t braille You see the storm on it’s way I’m bout to give ‘em hell Eyes don’t lie so as far as I can tell See the real back