The Real $wank

[Intro] Crazy [Verse 1] I'm full of myself, my iTunes full of myself Securing my wealth, they thought that I was put on the shelve But its funny how the homies that you help be the same ones To get up on their feet and then forget where they came from I changed none, never been a slave to the fame son Still a give an emcee the beats if they play some Still a man that your managers a say stay away from Still planning this World Dyme-A-Nation Imagine us shapeshifting our ways through your radio stations Getting paid in places you never could play in Calling me competition then your caught in the matrix I'm Dyme-A, I'm Keanu ya'll agents You must of popped a molly & forgot who you came with Some Trinidad Jame$ shit, your PUMA Disc ain't got the same fit Your compacts ain't got the same hits You ready for combat? I'm sitting on the empire waiting [Chorus] "Feeling So Unreal" Gotta thank the lord We made it far & we still going Still changing, still grwoing [Verse 2] Rappers biting styles never paying homage Tapes is garbage, I'm spitting rounds now my safety's off So name the target Take them apart & you can tape & watch it Blog it & beg whoever's hardest to come take a part in Name an offering, I'll double that & then I'll take it all You think you hard but, I call it management just raping artist Taking prophet, but you so loyal & patriotic That you bend over & take it all. Its shameful dog, I'm facing ganja I'm fried, no tempura, your rhymes are transparent, my flows are transforming These men, are menstruating, relax, no tamps for them Mad they moving packs & I'm traveling lands foreign I would die for this, 11 years I had to strive to get the tittle, shit So why these sissy's got such a sense of entitlement? Fake followers & viral hits Its ruff for rappers, all that shine don't make you diamond kid [Chorus] [Verse 3] I heard they waiting on me, they waiting on me Waiting for it to be our go, these rappers corny Like how dare you start shit with your big homie's big homie Like flows don't roll deep, my only broadie ho I'm Pro D I only know me, your whole team is for themselves solely If duckets were on your dome they would buck it & let your soul leave I'm charging bricks for a mention They playing internet killers, I'm on the internet killing I ain't into the twitting, so I'm offing every kid in attendance Put your career in a coffin for getting caught in your feelings Orphans into your children, this isn't war its scrimmage Got a problem then I'm coming at your boss with the business Show me your leader, show me verse, play me a heater Show me a show, show me a vid, I never seen one Spit something hard scribble a bar & respond back Like your chick hasn't been in every kid in my squads lap But I don't judge her past, we used to date but when I saw her last She was drunk off 40z telling us how you be coming fast The last violator Chris Lighty co-signed You just a groupie dick riding getting no shine Raiding rappers cubbies, cutting into the lunch line Running in the ring giving stunners & clotheslines Eating off my swank for too long & now I want mine the pioneer Annihilation thank you for waiting the Dyme is here [Outro} The Real Swank (X3) Nigga its the real The real Its just the beginning niggas HIP HOPE, let the music speak