Twistid Rob - On This Real sh** lyrics

Verse 1 I'm about to k** the instrumental better check his pulse When I show up with my pencil and the murder case closed When I'm settin down my chopper and the syllables flow I like to play with the rhythm and I let it all go But it's cliche well these days with beats played like heat rays I eat grapes like kings wait for pete sake I beast rage On 3 page of 3 days a week and I see great Believe me it's D day I'll replay the relay is decayed The reverb has got words I be brave I concave Melody pop and kickflip to a catapult To a manual, patterns of an animal Eatin through these MC's like a bloodthirsty cannibal I am flammable, liquid nitrogen I shatter badifolds I glue bladderul, attackin you with dadderall I hack a saw I pack it raw I'm feelin like I just injected some Ritalin with a little bit of adderall Hook But on this real sh** I'm out for a mill tick It's still twisted as f** and y'all gotta deal with it I'm ill fitted leaving chills when the pills kick in My wheels spinnin my grill grittin, I been sittin In a tiny shore room a hobby hole, if you have a problem with my place you gotta go I don't need you motherf**ers shoving down the throat, you comin with the Niko sh** and never brought it no Verse 2 And I'm tired of these wannabes just chokin up the game They need a choke chain back to the yard where they slang Where they gang bang throwin up them gang signs, all these mother f**ers talkin about a gang life Seen it on the same side and it ain't right, they actin like they family but they ain't tight But when it comes to my division in the kitchen we be runnin up these recipes like motherf**ers wanna listen We give them boom watts and make those windows bend, a session in the studio is music for a friend Right before the casket I'll be slapping beats until the end, reincarnated I will do it all over again I don't like how these people look at me, they shake their head in misbelief I know they're hatin me, woah Hook But on this real sh** I'm out for a mill tick It's still twisted as f** and y'all gotta deal with it I'm ill fitted leaving chills when the pills kick in My wheels spinnin my grill grittin, I been sittin In a tiny shore room a hobby hole, if you have a problem with my place you gotta go I don't need you motherf**ers shoving down the throat, you comin with the Niko sh** and never brought it no Verse 3 And some of you motherf**ers can't even acknowledge the fact that you ain't got sh**, but a turd polished Go ahead and roast it with some peppers and your olives, but you claim to be a k**er and you know you're not honest Abe, your legs, they shake When it comes to confrontation, you break, you're fake Its time for you to wake...up, and smell the black silk Cause some of you are rotten like some motherf**in bad milk You make me wanna puke, y'all be rappin firecrackers I'm about to drop a nuke Then I get to jukin, hadukin I move them, with one hell of an upper cut on your trail just like a spook I am crafted, Armageddon at its worst, you want me on your instrumental well I'm spittin first Well check it homie you ain't gonna get a free verse, I'm gettin money gettin paid like I deserve Hook But on this real sh** I'm out for a mill tick It's still twisted as f** and y'all gotta deal with it I'm ill fitted leaving chills when the pills kick in My wheels spinnin my grill grittin, I been sittin In a tiny shore room a hobby hole, if you have a problem with my place you gotta go I don't need you motherf**ers shoving down the throat, you comin with the Niko sh** and never brought it no