6th Sense - For Real lyrics

Verse 1: [Von Pea] I usually rock around 92 BPM They say I rock like its '94 But I don't know if that's some kinda flaw This sh** feels like im sittin' in a Commodore She kinda fly but might have some kinda sores Is that a real one? Or what they accuse Nikki of? Feel son For never lettin fools trip me up put it on the gla** I got issues, still they put me in the mags Original [Donwill] Cla**ic don't mean sh** Cus yall apply the word to works too recent I applied to work employed by 6th Sense I provide the vibe the Native Tongues greenlit And even if my body's locked can't trap my soul Cus Eric B and Rakim taught me all I know Guest professor, I guess I'll let the streets lecture No tuition snuck in all semester Verse 2: [Donwill] Green bottle, brown liquor, red cup Clear goggles, red fitted, black Chuck Norris, Bad a** to the nth degree And I don't have bad days, they have me Credit check, dues paid, ends meet and separate I'mma stretch em out until they both straight Catch up? You late! Browse the catalog like you Christmas shopping dog [Von Pea] "Over this 6th instrumental You get a phone number from a lightskin ho" I just offended you huh? It's a quote and my quandrant never quantizes or quits My fly sh**s the sh** Chocolatey to the sister of ya mami B And Nesquik to ya next chick I walk through Bed Stuy blastin Spec Flix Gimme a check that is enough to exit It's cliche but we on that next sh**