Dan-e-o - The Real Deal lyrics

[SPIDAHMAN] Here it is! Bam! And y'all say "oh f**!", this be a cold cut Show love whenever the flow bust Mash up the whole club, people in the line try door rush People in they rides doing donuts Pushin' poems in the domes of groupies givin' up that 'chocha' To the independent mommas who got they own stuff Even white girls with no bu*ts I unload one in the domes of nine to fiver survivors To the heads huggin' the corners, this is for the Big blingin' ballers or the backpackin' purists Who say "The Source" s**s Whether you smoke up or hold cups It started as a slow buzz, now we roll up Treat the industry like they owe us Don't front, you know who this is... Mo-no-lith! [Chorus] This is hip-hop! Yep, yep the real deal Talkin' 'bout microphones and the wheels of steel This is hip-hop! B-boys and graf bombin' If you ain't up to rep then you best pa** on it This is hip-hop! Fly ladies and gents Comin' out to the clubs and the major events This is hip-hop! Underground and commercial The same sh** that builds us k**s us... [NISH RAAWKS] You'll never catch Nish posin' in some flashy-a** get up Cuz I'm fed up with people who listen to what they see and not hear So I snear and appear looking pissed As I breathe in the mist and as you bangin' on your chest with your fist I insist on rollin' my own, can't wait a turn So tell me to go to hell cuz all I wanna do is burn I live to learn and earn the things that I need To succeed at a successful speed, best believe in Nish I explode like a cist on a boxer's fist The d**h wish leaving whole cities dissed in this I'm the rap yellow plague, spreading sickness So if you sound like b**hes, you gonna leave the cyph dickless The difference is you listen while I study I'm in the studio while you're freestyling drunk with one of your buddies It's more than just a fashion and flashin', it's pa**ion with tongue lashin' You know my crew so stop askin'! [Chorus] [DAN-E-O] This is Mo-no-lith! Definition: an unbreakable rock, no knots and no rifts You mocked and you quipped that my flock is the pits We watched and we hawked while you talked all your sh** Now we clockin' you with lyrics that's hotter than wires is In stolen kinds of whips and faulty kitchen appliances Got it down to a science it's your three royal heinesses How petrifying this Dan, Spi and Nish alliance is You find it crisp that you got this new identity But since elementary school, my status was celebrity Cuz I had this tendency: always rap offensively And dent MC's using talent shows as my weaponry True lyricist necessities I got 'em covered like conspiracies and priest's s**ual histories CDs: 20 bucks, 30 for the live hypeness Experiencing mics ripped like this: Priceless! [Chorus]