The Real Talk

[Verse One: Ice Water] Gotta roll from the way I rock Can't afford to hand out freebies you overshot Bars got more value than you Wall Street stock "I'm part of the [?] Family too." no you're not Computer thug no buzz, rely on the street dream A DJ record label BCL street team Didn't mention all my other shit got more than just three themes Got major endorsements plus hip hop clout And you garbage, you the finger roll that came back out Are you the poet using words that's so poorly placed? Masterpiece that end up in DJ's crates I'm on top of my game, feel like I'm sitting in space Life time journey that's just half of my songs Make more tracks than a fifty year old dope fiend's arm The way that me and A do it, bring you beautiful chemistry Destroy everything in our path in close proximity You can upgrade your music then your whole identity Crowd is 'bout to disassemble and make you they enemy [Verse Two: Akrobatik] I'm the antidote for all these garbage dudes and they whole raps Ass backwards like prolapse, Akro' slaps Your grill so hard that you're now wearing no caps I'm down with the Snowgoons, dwellers of the snow caps And why not? I got that avalanche flow Black Sasquatch, rocking since the days of black rock These clowns throwing salt in the game but not on Ak's watch Ain't no telling how many rappers my ax chop Ak the lumberjack, Paul Bunyon So when I step up to attack you know they all running So thirsty that they forget to read the fine prints So they forgetting that the game is a marathon and not a sprint So before the stupid bastards even notice that I'm there I'll be sliding right past 'em like the tortoise did the hare So when it's all said and done If me and the 'goons ain't getting it first then you ain't getting none [Hook] Real talk {x10} [Verse Three: Virtuoso] I flow with A.G. and Akro' Cold as ice water and black snow Goon's big Virt calling Miguel Castro Dictator spit flavor, what more could you ask for? I mack your glass joe, my rap is a trap do' And catch yo' ass off guard, remove that flo' From under your feet, Snowgoons got the thunderous beats Running the streets, peace to Beantown leviathan Flows blows so there's no need to carry arms The pale cousin of Barry Bonds My cranium's the size of Shea Stadium and I got power like nickel cadmium And it's going going gone See if I'm playing I'm rearranging the rules and so many dudes my flow is spawn On this plane I fan the flames the same as climate change Blazing heat over black snow, turning the ice to waves Raging tsunamis, watch me surfing the crest I ride with Germany's best Verbally Virt will beat your verses to death [Verse Four: Diabolic] This cocky ass honky is fast to whip somebody's ass Faster than Miyagi in a Cobra Kai karate class Prolly laugh, get trashed playing Johnny Cash And give your boys a poison ivy rash in your body cast Rocking Freddie Krueger's glove, Jason's hockey mask Zombie's crash the party, La Di Dadi feel the godly wrath On behalf of the people, let the shottie blast And make an honest living giving politicians polygraphs Tsunami splash coming through to hit your brain waves I shoot the gift for space age, futuristic AK's So make way for 'Bolic flying toward evil fake friends With an iron sword where the spinal cord meets the brain stem I've endured times of war, peace and mayhem Now hear the violent roar like dinosaur's eating cave men And take them from the idiot box to Broad Street Expose they fake asses; Nicki Minaj's butt cheeks