RLTK

[Verse 1: Chuck D]

5-1 not 5-0, Im'ma be 52

Bomb drop non-stop spitting on you

Never have so many been screwed by so few

Call to save y'all, so whatcha wanna do?

(Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha, whatcha wanna do?

Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha, whatcha wanna do?)

At the age I'm at now if I can't teach

I shouldn't even open my mouth to speak

Real talk raising strong down from the weak

My name is Chuck D, I got Tea Party beef

Why represent where you can't sleep?

40 aches jackass is six feet deep

Lost in the same space y'all call the streets

I walk real talk across these beats

At the age I am now If I can't teach

I shouldn't even open my mouth to speak

I bomb drop on those that be making y'all weak

24 hours a day, 7 days a week

[Verse 2: DMC]

I be the king from the streets of Hollis, Queens, New York

The only thing you get from DMC is real talk

The cow makes beef and the pig makes pork

I gotta walk this way cause it's the way I walk

From the halls in the hood to the halls of fame

I got that East coast flavor and that West coast game

I jam with jackal and Jesse James

You gotta call me the king when you say my name

I go hard for the people in the streets (real talk)

The king of the rhymes and the beats (real talk)

Adidas is the sneakers on my feet (real talk)

And it's the children in the streets we gotta reach (real talk)

[Verse 3: Chuck D]

I rock on real talk the way the side walks

Whats up with the radio inside New York

Underneath them streets, man-made concrete

Is Mother Earth and God's work

This ain't new cause y'all ain't never knew

No tears, tell your peers inform your crew

Cause truth is truth no matter what I think

I take out garbage when it tends to stink

No joke, no smoke, I don't drink

Mr. Chuck D, tweet me so we can link

See I been your age, you ain't been mine

Feels like I was born a second time

This rhyme I wrote took a long ass time

Leave that wackiness way behind

At the age I am now If I can't teach

I shouldn't even open my mouth to speak

I bomb drop on those that be making y'all weak

24 hours a day, 7 days a week

[Verse 4: DMC]

I be the good crowd rocker, the best mc

I be the world's greatest rapper if you want me to be

But all that crap means nothing to me

If I can't give 'em vision and something to see

It's more powerful than your politics

All you stupid politicians can suck a thumb

Me and Chuck d, we do not run

Like my man said, a change is gonna come

So don't be stupid, don't be so dumb

There are no cuss words for y'all to beep

But I am cursing out the leaders that are still asleep

And all you wack-ass rappers, your talk is cheap

See my talk is really real cause my voice is deep

Now I used to rock rhymes with the reverend

From Run-DMC there's nothing better than

The microphone killin', head severin'

And if you're sick of whack rappin' I'm the medicine

[Verse 5: Chuck D]

Noise of my voice, voice of the voiceless

Against the racist, classist, homophobic, sexist

Xenophobic that sits so deep within us

Can't get help from those famous just to be famous

The powers that be separate us and hate us

When you need em, they go on hiatus

They hate us, it don't matter

They can't mistake us for somebody else

They tried to break us

No need to dumb down or even young down

Cause my standards is high

They can't understand it

Some of them can't stand it, they can't understand it

Songwriter y'all know it, more than a poet

Living life not lies, so the people can know it

At the age I am now If I can't teach

I shouldn't even open my mouth to speak

I bomb drop on those that be making y'all weak

24 hours a day, 7 days a week