(Verse 1: Surreal) Lights, Camera, Action and all of that People crowd around and they ask for his autograph They wanna know the deal with this cat Surreal Is it all just hype or is it ma** appeal Does he really write songs in a days time And record in his own lab without payin' a dime Yo i heard that his notebook filled with dope hooks They call him the soul chef, his rhymes are slow cooked Won a bunch of battles where nobody could see him Now i heard he rocks a cape like a super human bein' Legendary status on the mic apparatus Known for his flow and microphone mathematics Blueprint schematic, basement to attic Rhyme, styles, concepts, flow yo he has it Word around town is expect big things They sayin' that surreal is the next big thing You see they call me a star but thats not what I am (x4) (Verse 2: Surreal) Has anyone heard from the sound providers The word around town was those cats have retired I heard they got a mansion and a yacht Now they sippin' champagne, lampin' at the top Naw i heard they motivated, and still move makin' Posted in the lab in deep concentration Recruited this one cat, I heard that he's nice though Precise with his words and plus he got a nice flow He blows a spot like the mic had nitro And orchestrates his rhymes like an old school maestro You're right yo I think I heard that too I'm startin' to get hyped yo i hope thats true His name is Surreal and I heard that he's raw My man seen him at a show and said he's 7 feet tall Controllin' the crowd, like the R in his prime And you better get ready this star's startin' to shine You see they call me a star but thats not what I am (x4) (Verse 3: Surreal) First things first before i start this verse I wanna thank the most high puttin' me on earth And makin' me a person fly with words son I might just be the best rapper you heard from Nice with the diction, right with the quickness And yea i drop a verse like it's nobody's business I've won battles and around my way I guess I'm kind of legendary well thats what they say I've made songs and jams for years And got praise from my close friends, fam, and peers And yes G, I'm down with the SP's Cause over they beats my rhymes glide like jet skis I'm from a dying breed called true MCs Then we make a dope record, true indeed When it's all said and done yea I'm raisin' the bar But just because I make rap songs don't make me a star You see they call me a star but thats not what I am (x4) Word em' up (huh) The sound providers Surreal and the P's True indeed Jay Sk**s, Suolo, Surreal Been too long we wakin' these cats up And I'm out