Buddha Monk - How Real Is Real? lyrics

[Intro: Drunken Dragon] Sometimes I don't understand these cats f** is you talking too, I'm telling you duke Better get the f** out my face with that bullsh** n***as ain't havin' it over here, son, for real, kid It's like this... [Drunken Dragon] Thug life, drug life and fast money Bubblin', got young bloods searching for trouble And the myst of murder one, bustin' guns at scuffles Po-po, bout to f** up your hustle, slithering Fair weather friends and broads go AWOL Houdini's in a total recall, afraid of predators Prey, say they prayers in nightmares Still get they panties rocked, by black co*k ammunition Spittin' like semen from foul demons on a mission The six-six-six is still ticking You wishing for the mystical to redeem The spiritual, evil sh** you do But whose looking out for you? Yo [Chorus: Drunken Dragon] How real is real, is it something you feel, or something you front Something you will and something you want Never want a ma** of energies in your force field Still, the Guard-U-Now'll get you k**ed [Drunken Dragon] n***a, don't front for my approval, sh** ain't all good I grew up a po' n***a, strugglin' in the hood Get a mil, I barely could, til I started banging n***as Me in Guess jeans, connect, for triple figures Didn't dig it though, it wasn't me or my steeze Still tight, so hold a mics, caught a quick cash flow That crack sh**, had 'em doing back flips and semi's Losing they sense, I learned alot from the dummies Searching for the other wise, and duties of the civilized Then I mutated, and formed three eyes Realized, my true culture, now vote ya life taking Giving more than I received, then I believed That, damn I stand for justice, must this be I'm moving fast They say I'm too damn old & outta control from smoking too much gra** Bbut I got trouble in the myst, and all I got is Dragon fists Aiming at your brain, at point blank range, and oh this sh** don't miss Yo, ain't nobody swinging like this, I bring the myst Leave ya blind to the sh**, that my muthaf**ing clip spit Herbs yet, from the devastation, that be destination Trooping with that Nation, keep the foul ba**ing Ya blood rising like diamond crystal, when the nines in between Ya eyes, bout to take out ya third sight Seen it all when I was younger, many n***a still under Impression, and second guessing without doing the knowledge Metaphorical, hypothetical, story tellers Still don't understand how I stay a hot fella Ya barking like Old Yeller, still ain't got the bite of this Vicious rhymealicious, ambitious in the game Flame stay lit, to spark the brain, start the session I make born the seven, and find my own heaven [Chorus]