[Produced by chief waKiL]
[Hook 1: chief waKiL]
The real is back
The real is back
The real is back
[Verse 1: chief waKiL]
You know I don't like to say the word "swag" so
Baby I'm the cats meow
You can call me Manny Balboa or Rockiao
I'm the bee's knees
Flow stupid like I'm talking D-minus
Wakil, I'm your highness
Boss, word to Ricky Ross
I Paid the price to be it so don't ask me bout the cost
If he don't believe me here's a line for you to cross
You can't fade me cuz my daddy got slain on the cross
Getcha whole crew barbecue, no sauce
So many styles
So many, many styles
Some people don't know some just ain't seen me in a while
I must re-introduce myself for those who knew me as a child
Ow, I was yet to be a man
But the whole entire time next level was the plan
Yeah I Made a few mistakes and got traded to a team thats a playoff contender
JaVale M-McGee
All I need is a few rounds I'll body them in three
I'm swingin swords like Shinobi
I got 'em locked down behind my bars like O-Z
While they looking for me in the wrong place like Kony
If it was up to me I'd keep spitting 'til I'm out ya'll
Cuz I don't like to write hooks, I'm a southpaw
Say I don't like to right hook, I'm a southpaw
I confess, I'm ambidextrous
And most of ya'll never even seen the best yet
[Hook 2: chief waKiL]
The real is back
The real is back
Whatever you consider real Wakil is that
[Verse 2: chief waKiL]
They was lying
I invented swag
Whoever told you that was either high or sippin yak
I got a new plan to be the next sensation
Lift my shirt, six pack, now I'm the new situation
Man that reminds me of my topic
We heard it all before but the state of hip hop is
Looking like glorified garbage
Common sense is somethin me and Common have in common
First it was all cool but now its lookin like a problem
These n***as need attention to the point they all starvin
Now they got more thirst in they bodies then the groupies and the barbers
And due to my diagnostics i should prolly be a doctor
Let me digress
Just to get it off of my chest
Whoever's the biggest ho
They'll treat ‘em like the best
Whoever's the best slave
Lays back in the shade
A big house, nice porsche
With they whips and they chains
I ain't mad at your hustle, boy
Gon and flex your muscle
It's cool we can all Def Jam Uncle Russell
But do remember that the game needs you when you bust
But if you slip, instead of catch you, they throw you under the bus
Trust, But you ain't gotta rock sad faces
You good if you on a solid rock foundation
They can say whateva
Either way, you makin chedda
And that guy up in the sky supplies laughs foreva
I wanna spit it 'til I'm out ya'll
Cuz I don't like to write hooks, I'm a southpaw
Say I don't like to right hook, I'm a southpaw
I confess, I'm ambidextrous
And most of ya'll never even seen the best yet
[Hook 2] (2x)
[Outro: chief waKiL]
Yeah
I'm out