Real Days

[Verse: Madlib] Everybody wants to carry around gats To get stats around the way with the misled facts But most niggas don't even know where they at Out of self, with no knowledge but street smarts On the west, rock the zest to put any head to rest Not even criminal, I bet you wouldn't Even pull half the time, talkin' bout you can rhyme You better get that yayo out of your mind And you'll find, that one day, there's only one way For you to go out, one route, take you out You walk around the line like you're in a cowboy flick Acting like you gonna stick when you really ignorant [Bridge 1: Madlib] Yo, homie... I don't even understand these days Don't understand these niggas' ways Things get crazy these days Niggas just bullshittin' on the steel Real [Verse Reprise: Madlib] Everybody wants to carry around gats To get status around the way with the misled facts But most niggas don't even know where they at Out of self, with no knowledge but street smarts On the west, pack the zest, to put any heads to rest You're not even a criminal, I bet you wouldn't Even pull it half the time, talkin' 'bout you can rhyme You better get that yayo out of your mind And you'll find that one day, there's only one way For you to go out, one route to take you out You walk around the line, like you're in a cowboy flick Acting like you gonna stick when you're really ignorant [Bridge 2: Madlib, with Wilchild adlibbing throughout] Science to the mind Twelve avenues in the science of my mind Twelve avenues... avenues... avenues... in the science of my mind Ah – hustlin' the beat, right for the deceased [Outro: Madlib] This one go out to my man Declaime This one go out to my nigga Wildchild Quasi all up in your brain Oh No, to my nigga nig-go Onto my nigga Medaphoar Roc 'C' and my nigga Lalee Shock tank take ya bank, bro [?] To my nigga DJ Romes on the turntable tank Nigga, God's Gift (Quasimoto!) Onto the Crate Digga's Quartet, Quintet and Sextet... tet [Outro 2: Declaime] Last Day's Music Madlib Madlib Invazion Last Day's Music