[Verse 1: M_Bizzerg]
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I came to bring the pain with the flow so deranged, stretch the beat like a strain. Who had it? I grab it, but I don't flash it, cuz when your on top people jump up like rabbits. An addict, silly illy flow really bout to roll, another swisher for the road. So hold the dutch, as I break buds trees are k**a murderous. Smoking on that bomb b**h, good kush is promised. Not lying! If you think it's not likely, quit trying! Slam the track like a spike see. Bam! As I do that f**in dance, see you clear up in the rear, break bread with the champ. As I break em off something that's so least expected, infected with what's sick make ya head twitch. To the rhythm, of this ill sh** I be spittin, rappers trails get blazed up like Scottie Pippen. Kick back and face blunts while henny sippin, then show ya'll what is what with words written. Uh uh the money is the motive, so roll with the motivation and keep focus
[Hook]
Is it real son? Is it really real son? Let me know it's real son, if it's really real. Got a dutch to peel son, twist it up and fill one. ROllin with the kid son, Yes it's really real!
What What's the scenario? Mb outcha sterio!
All the people saying hell no, but all I know is MB keeps it real
[Verse 2: M_Bizzerg]
Lyrical, extract ink from the pen, many fear the buhl cuz my styles off the end. Of the earth, I done k**ed than rebirthed this entire game, no pain no hurt. Check it, the method coming from the man. No need to fetch b**h, everything's in my hand. Just chill, keeping it so so forreal. No games, no cards but I continue to deal, the truth, rock boots for 2.0's like the roots. Get it? People say it's done when I did it. Huh Uh, and that's been real talk since 94 when this f**in beat droppped. Tical! Living in the future which is now, the present is my past, leave you dudes asking how. The caucasion of rap went back to back on the same track with a fat a** sack, I know you feeling that. Feeling that? Well I hope you feel this, this realness delivery coming from the steel fist. Murder! When I mix my cursef with the lyrical ak, homicidal words bra! Merge by, switching right than left, the lanes become dividens now bite what's left. The dust! yet another like queen no what I mean? If not here's the king ain't nothing inbetween!
[Hook]
Is it real son? Is it really real son? Let me know it's real son, if it's really real. Got a dutch to peel son, twist it up and fill one. ROllin with the kid son, Yes it's really real!
What What's the scenario? Mb outcha sterio!
All the people saying hell no, but all I know is MB keeps it real