Coleman Greene - Is It Real? lyrics

[Hook: King Cole] Let me ask you something - Is it real? Is it real? (Yeah) Let me ask you something boy - Is it real? Is it real? (No?) Let me ask you something - Is it real? Is it real? (Yeah) Let me ask you something boy - It's all real! It's all real! [Verse One: Cartier] Ever since I laid eyes on a drum kit Deep inside my heart I told myself I really want it Now we're in the studio and cooking up some dumb sh** Rapping like a tesla we go 0 - 100 Too quick, now I'm dreaming lucid Only making music I know who the truth is Im looking right at him while looking in the mirror Mic in front my face but I could never see it clearer Watch me disappear Deep inside the cut you better read between the lines when I am here bruh I know you hear us So get your headphones monitors and speakers The ba** I got is kicking like a pair of sneakers Water by the liter, underwater breather You know that I only bring the hits like Derek Jeter So let me sing if I feel that way If I make it you already know my dawgs getting paid So I look into the sky Im counting all my blessings When I come back down to earth You know I've only got one question, aye [Hook: King Cole] Let me ask you something - Is it real? Is it real? (Yeah) Let me ask you something boy - Is it real? Is it real? (No?) Let me ask you something - Is it real? Is it real? (Yeah) Let me ask you something boy - It's all real! It's all real! [Verse Two: King Cole] First time I laid my eyes on a six string I told her baby imma make you mine and make you sing Ever since I'm fretting down the block like a wild thing Came a long way since sick days and my mandolin Packing raps in my flashpack plus tax Every Saturday wake up to a stack of flapjacks Ever since a youngin' got the congregation all thumping Imma young drummer boy get that rump-a-pum-pum And I'm a young spring chicken, a young roadrunner And I'm bombell spitting Nagasaki run for cover Get co*ky in the summer, 17 with my brother Fordson Labs, Erlenmeyer formulating like I'm Walter All my dawgs to heaven, won't ever be slaves Throw the shackles to the dirt, God bless I fly away I'm in the chapel with homies and we spit amazing grace I'm in the chapel with the homie and we spit amazing grace, bless [Hook: King Cole] Let me ask you something - Is it real? Is it real? (Yeah) Let me ask you something boy - Is it real? Is it real? (No?) Let me ask you something - Is it real? Is it real? (Yeah) Let me ask you something boy - It's all real! It's all real! [Verse Three: The Cariter] 24/7/365, ‘97 cadillac, automatic drive And it's been a long time since I've rhymed that Now I'm looking back and I'm asking where's the time at So I progress never stressing Trabec when I keep em guessing When I jump up on the keys that beat bang like a Smith and Wesson But don't get it twisted I always promote peace With the penmanship I push for these people to know me Slowly I think they get it, come back to me when you got it I've been drumming since the number of people on Robert's island So, is it real, is it real, tell me homies is it real All of yall just want to talk the numbers like a business deal I just want to talk about progressions and the rhythm And the tempo and the accents yall know Fordson Labs is packing so Tell me now, tell me now, I know it's real so tell me now Walking ‘round The Cartier is bumping from your celly now [Hook: King Cole] Let me ask you something - Is it real? Is it real? (Yeah) Let me ask you something boy - Is it real? Is it real? (No?) Let me ask you something - Is it real? Is it real? (Yeah) Let me ask you something boy - It's all real! It's all real!