Dust Brothers - On The Real Tip lyrics

(Aw yeah) (4X) (Everybody get down) (4X) Verse 1: I give my all when the rhyme's involved When I take to the mic, emcees dissolve When I break to the mic it's 'cause I'm eager to rap And if you're down to cooperate, I need you to clap To the beat, souls or even applause For a worthy cause because without no pause Def Jef has the floor for the next four minutes And this is the place to be and you're in it Time to get loose and get busy so get wit it [?] I'm like a rhyme after rhyme as if a poem, admit it Well-spoken, fluent, bright like neon Man of me, speed on before you get tee'd on I don't mean s**ers 'cause s**ers are s**ers [?] I make it to the coast and the well-known others Challenging the meek does nothing for my conscience The best in the biz is who I like get it on with On the real tip (Everybody get down) (2X) Verse 2: Rhythm is like a religion to me 'cause I know that my talent God's given to me To do what I do with the utmost poise I'm making good music and I'm making noise I'm making dollars and I'm making sense Saying rhyme's I'm sure you're for and not against [?] Urban not rules so you're led not plural I write my rhyme's on the paper just like I'm painting a mural I'm a lyrical miracle and when I play around You could say I'm satirical But when it's time to do work, you know that I'ma do work 'cause I only have time to rhyme, bust it If rap was an event at the Olympics I'd confidently compete, than why then pick me For the bronze, gold and silver 9.9s 'cause they know that I will verbally Motivate all the fans in the stands Start the clapping of hands and the marching of bands Keep the topic full and at a steady pace And you'll be eating it up 'cause you love the taste On the real tip (Everybody get down) (4X) Verse 3: There's a reason for the rhyme 'cause the rhyme with reason Always on time and the rhyme is pleasing To the ear, smooth and clear Because I want to make sure that you can hear me Exercising my right to my freedom of speech Ignoring s**ers 'cause I really don't need 'em to teach Because I don't need schoolin' 'cause I ain't no pupil Still I pull more party people than you pull Any given day, any given time Any given place, bring a mic and I'll rhyme In front of 5,000 people or in front of one I'm so high-powered 'cause I'm a son of a gun I'm running things, stunning kings Rhymes come in a bulk, making emcees sulk Always victorious in a tournament My opponents wish they died and was born again To avoid the days that they were gunning for me Little did they know, that they'd be running from me I produce like s**m, I'm on supply like a rabbit And it's never been a hobby, always been a habit Standing ovation 'cause you get up when you see me I got your father, brother and boyfriend trying to be me My style puts a smile on your radio dial And God blessed me with a beautiful child On the real tip (Aw yeah) (12X) (Yes yes, y'all) (4X) (To the beat, y'all) (4X) Verse 4: My vernacular is spectacular I keep my words intact and as a matter of fact You'll love my monologue and you say hot dog It's all around me like bees but groupie please Get back 'cause you're ripping up my gear But that's what happens in this type of career Especially when they want what I got and that's a lot For example, I got a ba** drum drum with the uptempo And I show that I can got for what I know I'm a craftsman, I'm like a draftsman I plan with the pen and when I'm done I win Because I never cease to amaze myself And you don't phase me but I phase myself My rhymes are sublime, my technique is unique I execute like a gymnast and always land on my feet I got lyrics in an overload and they're spilling [?] And I'm full and I'm fill that's why they come off the feeling I give you more not less 'cause you deserve the rest I perturb the best and serve the rest So emcees, go ahead and y'all talk all of that small talk I'm Def Jef, I'll show you that I'm not all talk And no action, I can't be brought down And incidentally, I'm mentally fit to hold the fort down On the real tip (2X)