Saigon - Real n***az lyrics

[Verse 1: 1st MC of Coalition9] Everything that glitters ain't gold You can't discredit the flow, so now live by the code Nonchalantly, the cypher the spirit, my poetry's vivid Fall back like my ways ain't rigid Catch a charge in a New York minute We set trip like I'm losing my pivot And twist blunts like the case was acquitted Catch a visit if you calling me out sh**, I'mma show you what my crew is about for running your mouth I'mma send goons to run in your house without second-guessing The pump's my protection, my investment Welcome to BK, the borough where the beef stays It's replays of pigs popped in the PJs I think fast in this self-[?] While [?] the booth, I shatter the mic like gla** Hara**ed by cops—a chip off the block I'll put Fury and Ox next to RZA and Pac sh**, I'm the rap Martha Stewart of stocks Now watch me toss your demo off the roof just to hear it drop [Verse 2: Saigon] Look, don't get it f**ed up—I ain't in it to entertain Ain't in it for the fame, ain't in it to get a name I am what many consider a spitter of flames What n***as done did to the game, the sh** is a shame Everybody's sh** is the same Ninety-nine-point-ninety-nine percent of n***as lyrics is lame When I spit, the room temperature change You would swear I inherited 2Pac's soul and both Christopher's brains Mind state of La Rock, wittiness of [?] Spirit of the sidewalk, grittiness of the block You wanna play gorilla? For what? Drama with Saigon, sh**'ll get uglier than Jabba the Hut I catch you with a ill uppercut Then watch your nose bleed enough blood for you to fill up a cup You don't want the 9 milla erupt Jump out the back of a truck like “What up?!?” Commit to clapping you up, b**h [Verse 3: 2nd MC of Coalition9] Punk veteran severing heads—no new rookies Blaze penetrate you quick like loose p**y I rap with the attitude of a school bully Strapped with two fully automatics at necks I cut your life shorter than an asthmatic's breath Masochist past step with traffic get clapped next Handle my past steps, back smack you Snap, strangle your man's neck. It's cold like clan setups Mendoza bring static like broken Nintendos I strip tracks naked like Nino Brown's chemist Then I inspect the premises like a dentist Place metal in your mouth, get the shovel from the house Then bury you next to this rap game that I'm out Clap flame at your brain, leave you laying on the couch [Verse 4: 3rd MC of Coalition9] Seem like rap's a quick meal—catch a case, hit a deal Hustlers switch they field when fake became real Cats'll do anything to sell—clap themselves Or try to hit the cover of the Doub'-XL It's too gimmicky. Read a book, advance lyrically You must be kidding me. You ain't a crook—you too jittery Glorifying correctional facilities but The closest you've been to a cell was a episode of O-z Ounce, pound, no gram never touched your hand Damn, you got more issues than news stands Incriminating lines with feminine vibes Only crimes you know about was written down in your rhymes Only catch a charge on the courts, balling Only lick shots when you on the courts, balling I bang with those that move with authority, street seniority Not them clowns that need to pledge into a sorority