Mr. Porter - Real Hip Hop lyrics

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] If this ain't real hip hop n***a tell me what it is then Walk inside a ..?.., my image is Napalm, translation you tampon Bleed like the opposite of mankind Tryna put your hands on my damn rod You might as well handstand on a land mine If I ain't bout that let adversity hurt me Like if I ain't bounce back All I do is count stacks You can't..?..and flames in the same quote Beast on the track Me and Usain Bolt in the same boat Mention me and lightning in the same volt Crqckers amphibian, I'm a handful Guns give you suntans like a Pakistan Indian Pop sh**, quick enough to snatch a fly out the air With some f**in' chopsticks... n***a who hotter than me I'm on a makin' dollar AK hollering spree [Verse 2: Junes Flow] How should I explain the rage game To make it plain and clear Let me interfere with your thoughts Take you far from here Sincere, no fear I'm like an engineer with the drum My approach is dope, I show up and get dumb My ticket ain't droppin' I'm constantly state hoppin' Poppin' up in a different hood n***a what's good? My routine never gets old My regime is out cool Yeah I wish you would n***a look at my brotherhood Yo, you can get a**istance, from a distance And with persistance I can have you spittin' relentless If this your wishlist, then shoot me an email And shoot about a thou to my PayPal My flow say "f** you" but dammit I mean well I'm the only one in the cypher with a weed smell Now, June's first is comin' Featuring, heat, gun, and Black keep ya comin' [Verse 3: Blackmilk] If this ain't raw sh** Then n***a I'm lost in the game And that means everyone remains Comin' with that soft sh** This is that dark flow Caught up in the alley walking Like losing out part two without Allen Parsons Take precaution, the percussion is danger These n***as feelin' anger, like ever since we came up My circle always come prepared While other cats is like a plaid shirt All I see is a bunch of squares! Have a bunch of Leers out in London on stage Watching hands to the ceiling while rocking in front of fans Yeah we so in here, so advanced, so far into the future Copping grands these n***a won't comprehend This game looks wide open in my eyes So of course I took it and ran with it like a baton And pa**ed it to my fam, the legacy lives on f** bein a hundred deep, we're trying to be a mil strong [Verse 4: Elzhi] If this ain't hip hop Like dickie's and flip-flops Or Phillies and Timbo's The Willie's with trimmed fro's Ya'll silly as bimbo's And hillbillies, still illy with them flows My sk** really shine like gem stones In Beverly Hills, feel me? New sheriff in town, the flair with the sounds Since rap was lost in the mainstream But who care if it drowns My brain scheme is complex like the magazine Swagger's mean like gang related rags and jeans Tag a scene, smack machines, make the maggots lean I drag machines like blunts from outta bags of green On Dud's stash! So playa I pull the stud's math Those in power get golden showers and bloodbaths In sh**storms, I spit thorns and pierce through The nearest crew Who never knew I was fierce, but Fear is true with the clearest view They grim and hate, and imitate what they hear us doin' Immolate, I'll demonstrate how their spear flew To higher ground and came down like a parachute For f**ing with me, Royce, Black, and June We'll lay you on your back in black lagoon [Outro: Royce da 5'9"] If this ain't real hip hop What the f** is it then