[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 n***a earn, watcha what a n***a 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 p**y 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