what's real

gang starr

what's real?

what's real?

what's real

i got soldiers that'll turn shit out

burn shit out

do i come correctly when it's my turn? no doubt

i twisted trees in the cold with one hand wipin' my nose

girls say that i'm fly 'cause they be likin' my clothes

but the clothes or the money can't make the man

when i apply my vicious grip

you can't take it

man

face it and understand

there are no winnings for you

what i'm beginnin' to do

is bring an endin' to you and your crew

i sip a brew and at the same time drink the life out of you

i righteously come through

created in the likeness of who?

g-o-d

can sell a half a line for a g

check ballistics

you won't be takin' mine from me

oh boy

you p-noid

heard my lightnin' and thunder

not thor but frightening

type of stress i've been under

i'm the one-eyed jack

i'm here to smack you back

in '83

i seen stacks

run your kicks

take a flick and act

certified street poetry

in the game a long time

so you know it's me

nigga

gang starr

muthafucka

we live

all you fake niggas run and hide

we wanna know

it's lil dap in the place to be

we livin' proof

supa star

you see

we wanna know

the foundation

yo

we presidential

y'all ain't built for what we been through

underground

i might as well record in the sewer

notorious lord of the war

tourin' aruba

before i was crawlin' i'd warn you and show you the ruger

i'ma shoot four through your fedora

destroy your medulla

i could get these niggas x'd

quick as sendin' a text

for disrespect

shit'll be simple as orderin' an uber

i don't know what's quicker to change

them figures or fame

but i guarantee you don't nothin' move more than the moolah

all these rappers really cut out to do is squash the beef and dip

y'all need to cut out the diva shit

every time a nigga like fever nina come out the dealership

the streets hear the sound of that preem droppin' the needle skip

like kane walkin' in the symphony"