Rakim - Real sh** lyrics

[Intro] Yeah It's the paragraph amba**ador The wild style fashioner It's the god Rakim, the master Feel this [Verse 1] This is that lost a** track off-the-rack kind of a track You forced to rap, remember that? It's that You know where I'm at, there go the gat Pa** me a bat, the k**-or-be-k**ed kind of attack Steamin' the sack, speedin' navigatin' the map Negotiating with a chick, she got her head on your lap, ya hand on your gat Premeditated plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest mens in the back Comb the block, stop in the zone that's hot Get out like you own the spot, home or not It's that no mood to play, move out the my way Yo, I been whistlin' this tune from throughout the day Hey, yo, this is that ol' y'all n***as don't wanna battle Turn it up loud make the whole block rattle Boom boom- this one is gettin' crazy hot Boom boom- make you bust another shot from the Glock [Hook] Explain the feeling you get when you hear a smash hit When the track hit, it's cla**ic, yeah, that's it For the ladies this is the hatrick, with the back lit For the minute get p**nographic with that chick Life'strap click, stack tips with a fat whip Illest one of Ra's tactics, now that's sick Similar to the rush casket with the with a gas bin In other words, ayo, this is that sh** [Verse 2] Here we come now Turntable spin like a merry-go-round Never slow down, depending on how good your stereo sounds Set it, up in the hood where we go surround Tearin' through towns, turn 'em into burial grounds This is the track that made Theodore wanna scratch The track that caused the first kid to spin on his back And then we saw, kids spray-painting the wall While some of y'all was waitin' for war breakin' the law It's no antidote it's what you can't provoke So just relax with your girls or your mans and smoke And take a real hit, soon as it bang you feel quick It's real thick, this is that ol' real sh** This is the description of designs for you to listen to Reminiscin' the times and nothin' in particular Keep you goin' just like a whole pot of coffee Have you and your shorty doin' 80 in a 40 [Hook] [Verse 3] You know what this is Yeah kid, give up your riches Vicious, visions is not for motion pictures Unstoppable, rollin' witcha sickest clique of n***as Or witcha missus, gettin tropical kisses Makin' faces, anticipatin' places her tongue hits s** her neck or just peck, better to funk it The EP is in effect from dusk to sunset She want a rim shot all over her drum set Jump the bed rubbin' your head- it's rough s** 50 ways to keep a love wet Down and up the steps with crazy positions left till she upset "Damn, baby, you ain't come yet?" Hell, no- doomstick big as a elbow Gel soft, well blow, give him a minute, he'll grow And all you gotta do is play the track again I'm ready and revived, baby, back again [Hook]