Real MCs

[Intro] I got love for the Real MCs (Yeah) I got love for the Real MCs [Verse 1] Just sitting in my room on the fourth of July Writing this song while looking at the sky Chilling, writing some villainous lyrics Concentrating deeply, he be with no interference So he writes some spits some off of the dome In my home recording ignoring my phone Take after take till I get it exceptional So people can feel me, from here to Mexico All the way to Australia and up in Canada So y'all can see i'm not, a misluck and amateur Kinda rugged, I don't show it on camera Every since i started this, i've always been a fan of an MC, who can make me just start bumpin' Eating lunch in my bed room while the beats thumpin' Vibin' to this dope music while i'm munchin' On this food, woo-hoo, hear my food crunchin' [Hook] I got love for the Real MCs x3 Listen [Verse 2] When I hear an MC, spitting all that dope stuff Makes me hop on my computer the second I woke up And play through songs, in my room for too long Till I start seeing lyrics, on the clear blue wall Then I get inspired to spit, my own fire i'm quick And my desires to flip, this whole entire game and spit With my own unique style When I was in high school I was called a geek now Look at where i'm at now, sight is clear i'm here now Rapping on my own tracks, and continuously state facts And keep making great raps Till the screen fades black [Outro] I got love for the Real MCs x2