Remedy - Everything is Real lyrics

[Intro] (Yeah. Yo. What's up, yo?) What's up? (You got that sh**, right?) Yeah. I got it. (Good let's go then.) *police siren* Ah, f**! [Remedy] Check your mirror, the scence couldn't get no clearer Exhaling you with intentions of nailing you They heard about canary rap sung through word of mouth Blow your engine out beyond regional doubt The stash house, next crash house The thirty six Z's for a brick in the smash house Sealing his pump jacks, release the pressure vac' Pressed the powder pack, craving gets that co*k my hammer back, what the f** you looking at? With your hat turned back, dipped down in black These twenty two CI's like you and me, street guys The eyes of the yellow man disguised in lies They got the okay to make buys, slaughter the flies On the rise, planning my dimise Lucky if you see the next day, never dawned on you Sun rise, open up your eyes, yo, they're on to you [Hook: Remedy] Sunlight shines on my steel, everything is real What I see, what I feel Face the fears, yo, what's the deal? We must conceal, take a spin on life's wheel [Remedy] I'm on the lane with a package of raw 'cane And I'm waiting for a pick-up, carrying like stick-up Licking my lips out, fast flips, dips for action Cash rules, my only attraction My man selling point, v'fer grams off his beeper Let it be, come see me, I've got the same sh** cheaper Check the spot, the whole sh**'s hot It's dead on the block cuz somebody talks a lot Yo, forget me not, two kids shot, in Huegenot Knew the plot, blew the spot, never forgot From South Beach to Springville in big body benzes Through New Dorp to the landfill and we're making no menzes Level four vests and zoom lenses The bully all high and them Shaolin Island kids profiling It take place, no discrimination of race What a waste for the spotlight just to get a taste [Hook] [Remedy] Maybe the kid you're running with's and informant He got a fat file with the DA that just lay dormant Inditments for quigles, convictions followed appeals And dismissals got you thundering, can't help but wondering The club scene, a hundred books of acid and who's on exstacy Who sniffs sh** and who's right next to me? Big John's on a cycle of steroids Him and his boys got behind, we've gotta go k** the noise Put my life in my man's, hitting speed On one fifty, one fifty-five, closing in on one sixty A pound a month habit, son, I can't stop smoking No joking, you never know, I'll probably die choking Smoking weed and leaves with Albanian thieves Together plotting up schemes that we all believe Mad tricks up the sleave and We know when you're coming and leaving And we gotta get even Sunlight shines on my steel, everything is real Pray and kneal, take a spin on life's wheel [Hook]