Epmd - Stay Real lyrics

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Epmd - Stay Real lyrics

I. It's on breaker 1, 2 mike checkin' Flexin no half steppin When i release the funky weapon Like ricochet ping ping ping. I make fans fell it even when i sing. The green eyed bandit coming funky with the tune yes I'm blowing up like tom berringer in platoon. I'm playing kinda ruff like zapp Whapp and e-double smack to all the crossover raps black Who ain't down with the format When you should be wearing khakis and not dress slacks That's wack You trippin you better wake up and smell the coffee And then back up off me I serious i can't believe some people letting frontiers in And then compare them equal boy you must be buggin You lucky you don't catch a slug in the chest in From the smith and wessons. Change the out look Change the cover of the book You hip hop crook and give back what you took. It's the funk coming at cha So don't let the crossover catch ya. Boy stay real. Ii. It's on again yeah about the fake hip hop trends For those who can't comprehend just ask your friends They know the real deal of rap music no frontin You can't be talking loud and saying nothing You must be true to the game you understand And if not i could k** you man For being false plus extra fake on the tape Talking hardcore when you soft like a piece of cake. You can't put nothing pa** me that horrendous cause I've been here since strictly business The era of eric and rakim, biz, public enemy, run-dmc, Houdini, the beasties, stetsa, fresh prince and jazzy jeff, ll When he was rockin bells. s**er which fake emcee is rearranging the structure band The motherf--ker. and don't let this happen again Cause rap could be gone the wind. So stay real. Iii. Yes i'm back black for those who might be confused And lost and don't wanna pay the cost Of me hardcore style type a human being On the microphone when i be emceeing. Some fake the funk and main source know it How do i know cause mtv shows it. Clowns that should be beat down on the spot And catching nothing but speed knots the bumbadots I insist we veto all fake emcees and wanna be's That's worst than the aids disease. So wake up spike lee joint And don't be a knucklehead and get to the point With the funk and pump up the volume Make the wild tune to make the party boom Peace to redman the rap funkadelic The only emcee that's compared to erick because i'm real.