Guru - All Real lyrics

[Verse 1: Guru] Just to feed my babies, I'll bite you like rabies With my lust for the gravy, they say the Gods must be crazy I come with it, I'm built with stilts for you midgets While you fidget, you could get k**ed for your digits This means get out my way when I'm angry Male groupies on d**, fake thugs acting strangely This is northern alliance, I go to war with a science Whether it's peace or violence, I keep a piece that's silent This means when I test my weapon Best to get to steppin My aim is good like it shouldn't stop ??? bettin You put your life on the line, I got your wife on the line I use a rifle this time, I'm a triflin kind with a frightening mind What kind of barrell do you like? What kind you had in mind? This means I'm well prepared like DeNiro in Ronin Cut off your head like Conan, check what I'm holding [Verse 2: Bless] Top notch rocka, got props like Big Poppa Funk Doca, red leg, the punk stopper Flyer than a helicopter, rhyme dropper Lines like a teleprompter bent off of vodka Cla**ic like an opera, hip-hop imposters recieving Oscars Playin the role of rastas, big willies and mobstas Closte you got to Italiano was pasta Get fresh, or get ?benokered? Gte conquered by the rhyme monster Click clocka, toys like Tonka Greatest B-Boy, I rock more sneakers than Foot Locker Hooks I offer, rhyme book, I be the author On mics I'm getting jiggy with it, wait, I gotcha You want dollars like Sean Carter to ball up in the plaza? I bomb like Gaza cause I was born into this drama Spawned from a ???, we fam no longer Now you pause at my game, I maintain and grow wiser [Hook: Lil Dap sample x2] Just to let ya'll know, everything is all real Just to let ya'll know, everything is all real Just to let ya'll know, everything is all real Today, this whole rap game is getting more ill [Verse 3: Kreem.com] I represent live n***as living it up I live any wife quicker, they'll be giving it up Leaving em stuck, I'm stupid cuz we ruthless as f** What makes you think I wouldn't bust mine and dip in a Benz truck Eventually I'm even stronger than these average rappers I got a plan to live longer and evade disaster The sinister thugged out minister, not diggin ya Style or profile, you wild, well I'm more realer I stick to the scrolls to murder your scripts The greatest story never told, this ain't no fantasy sh** Your majesty spits like no other Or you can catch on stage with my younger brother, my right hand sh** we move and expand, it's murder for life Am I my brother's keeper? Yes I am, but I ain't Wes Snipes Strikes like F-15s to come for ya'll like white men If you see them spitting M16s, holla [Verse 4: Black Jesus] I pump guns for ones, love sums Get stacked in tons on Halloween the size of pump guns Puff chumps in the hood is the motto, trust none Play the block, pick one of your chickens and pluck one n***as hand off cats for the rush when I hunt one And I got gats that reach out and touch someone So I don't gotta squeeze triggers, I got guerillas Who go bannanas on n***as who think they ''Coo Coo For Cocoa Puffs' Choke folks up, leave cats gagging Can't say sh**, but a minute to go is braggin It's dot damnit, I got hoes, my mink's draggin Like G Rap, my style of rhyme is designed with fashion I'm cla**ic, like ol lingo, got a dog named Bingo And I jingle your balls like Criss Cringle I'm on a highway dog, just dippin it It's serious lizard sh**, my afro's out with a platinum pick in it [Outro: Guru talking] Yeah that's right, holla at your boy The Big GU-izzy, CEO Ill Kid Records Oh boy, Baldhead Slick and the Click Uh yeah I got my man Bless up in here Black Jeezy, you know, shoutout to Kreem.com Yeah, my man Mandosa, uh huh, Lady Trig, oh boy There's alot poppin off in here, DJ Infinite, uh, keep it up