[Verse 1]
I got the soul of a veteran, anti medicine
The flow is sicker than it's ever been, it's evident
I k** sh** n***a, hear the evidence
Better tell 'em it's that sh** that make 'em question n***a's relevance
The Doc's had me on my a**, had a chip on my shoulder ever since
I make hits n***as flinch, you would move if you had better sense
Ill since birth and it got better since
I'm a real n***a so this probably out ya element
You the realest when you tellin' it
I can't buy the bullsh** no more, everybody sellin' it
So I close shop on you hoes, and the hoes flock, man
It's street till I'm thrown, I put on for the whole block, rock
n***as is ga**ed up
n***as think they hot when it's just me burnin they a** up
n***as is b**hes like they Mrs. with they a** up
Gettin' f**ed, Moe Cleze with my gla** up
I give a f** if my mindset like a flying jet, I'm on my fly sh**
A pilot, Cuz my sh**, got the hunger of a B.I.G. that ain't been signed yet
And you could feel that
Where you been is where you still at, so n***a k** that
My sh** is red hot, like red dot, on your temple
Respect a young god in the temple
Should I continue? Nothing like a good a** whoppin' to convince you!
I love it
Now I know why Don King felt in the corner of Mike Tyson
Now I know how Phil Jackson felt going into the Finals with Michael Jordan
Bringin that real sh** back get your hands up high
That real sh** back, put your hands up high!
Put 'em high (x8)
[Verse 2]
Yo
When I spit I have 'em strung out
That's why I see alot of long faces like I'm lookin in the mirrors at a funhouse
Get it clear, I don't rap for rappers
Honestly, you n***as is all a**, word to Esther Baxter
And Y'all n***as extra average on your best day
On the regular my worst verse k** competitors
You sentimental? We in the jungle, got that venom in 'em
The flow is bananas that's just the gorilla in him
How you love that? Show it to me, I show you love back
But I ain't stuntin' none of you n***as so n***a f** that
Opposition, I know you pissed but I grew up without a pot to piss in
So far as me this ain't a competition
This d**h and livin', ain't the stakes high?
While you roll snake eyes, I'm lookin' in these snakes eyes
Tryin' not to bite the apple, but Adam I feel you
Ass naked hoes in my face, I ain't thinking clear too
Industry shady it need to be taken over
Tryin to give you that raw, you snorting that baking soda
Well the wait is over, it's like I do magic
I'm spittin' that blue magic, Abracado f*ggot
And truthfully, if you don't like it, n***a sue me
Cuz Nas told me f** ya'll n***as and just do me
Ain't gotta like it, but ya'll gon' respect it
Hope you got the message, this is epic
Bringin that real sh** back get your hands up high
That real sh** back, put your hands up high!
Put 'em high (x8)