Dmc - RLTK lyrics

[Verse 1: Chuck D] 5-1 not 5-0, Im'ma be 52 Bomb drop non-stop spitting on you Never have so many been screwed by so few Call to save y'all, so whatcha wanna do? (Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha, whatcha wanna do? Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha, whatcha wanna do?) At the age I'm at now if I can't teach I shouldn't even open my mouth to speak Real talk raising strong down from the weak My name is Chuck D, I got Tea Party beef Why represent where you can't sleep? 40 aches jacka** is six feet deep Lost in the same space y'all call the streets I walk real talk across these beats At the age I am now If I can't teach I shouldn't even open my mouth to speak I bomb drop on those that be making y'all weak 24 hours a day, 7 days a week [Verse 2: DMC] I be the king from the streets of Hollis, Queens, New York The only thing you get from DMC is real talk The cow makes beef and the pig makes pork I gotta walk this way cause it's the way I walk From the halls in the hood to the halls of fame I got that East coast flavor and that West coast game I jam with jackal and Jesse James You gotta call me the king when you say my name I go hard for the people in the streets (real talk) The king of the rhymes and the beats (real talk) Adidas is the sneakers on my feet (real talk) And it's the children in the streets we gotta reach (real talk) [Verse 3: Chuck D] I rock on real talk the way the side walks Whats up with the radio inside New York Underneath them streets, man-made concrete Is Mother Earth and God's work This ain't new cause y'all ain't never knew No tears, tell your peers inform your crew Cause truth is truth no matter what I think I take out garbage when it tends to stink No joke, no smoke, I don't drink Mr. Chuck D, tweet me so we can link See I been your age, you ain't been mine Feels like I was born a second time This rhyme I wrote took a long a** time Leave that wackiness way behind At the age I am now If I can't teach I shouldn't even open my mouth to speak I bomb drop on those that be making y'all weak 24 hours a day, 7 days a week [Verse 4: DMC] I be the good crowd rocker, the best mc I be the world's greatest rapper if you want me to be But all that crap means nothing to me If I can't give 'em vision and something to see It's more powerful than your politics All you stupid politicians can s** a thumb Me and Chuck d, we do not run Like my man said, a change is gonna come So don't be stupid, don't be so dumb There are no cuss words for y'all to beep But I am cursing out the leaders that are still asleep And all you wack-a** rappers, your talk is cheap See my talk is really real cause my voice is deep Now I used to rock rhymes with the reverend From Run-DMC there's nothing better than The microphone k**in', head severin' And if you're sick of whack rappin' I'm the medicine [Verse 5: Chuck D] Noise of my voice, voice of the voiceless Against the racist, cla**ist, h*mophobic, s**ist Xenophobic that sits so deep within us Can't get help from those famous just to be famous The powers that be separate us and hate us When you need em, they go on hiatus They hate us, it don't matter They can't mistake us for somebody else They tried to break us No need to dumb down or even young down Cause my standards is high They can't understand it Some of them can't stand it, they can't understand it Songwriter y'all know it, more than a poet Living life not lies, so the people can know it At the age I am now If I can't teach I shouldn't even open my mouth to speak I bomb drop on those that be making y'all weak 24 hours a day, 7 days a week