[Freestyle: Capital STEEZ]
I said, "Whats the definition of real?"
I told 'em listen 'en chill
I ain't even got to mention this sk**, because, STEEZ been ahead since he popped out the mamma's womb, and had it locked since they put me in my papa's tomb
I was three years old, so I really don't remember the day but I remember his face and every night I still remember to pray, and remember the little mistakes that made me spit it this way
It's like columbine, when I'm droppin' bombs, goin' line for line spittin' this sh** faster than Ramadan
When my pen sails, set sail
Any beat they put on, is gettin' smoked like Big L
We up on the rise like a cages
Cooley had n***a with the eyes of a Asian
Blazin', trapped in a mind full a hatred
Pops was a Rasta, and mom was a Pagan
My man had to get up out of this place, now he limpin' in PA, dog I'm happy your safe but... round here n***as die every day. I wouldn't lie to your face, come and light up a J man!
Said I got that whole town to hold down
What we get on; I blow down a whole pound, I know you see me shuttin' shows down
And we pickin' up hoes now. It's goin' down
[Outro]
-Let 'em know who you be pimpin'
It's Capital STEEZ man
Ak-47, say no more
-That's what it is, John-John TV in the building?
I guess so, I mean, shoutout to the homie John-John we just did this show opening up for Mac Miller
It's crazy, my biggest performance yet
-That's real
It's world domination