The Real

[Intro: DJ Rated R & Beedie]

(For the real hip-hip, for the—for the real hip-hop)

And you keep it movin', that real hip-hop shit right here

(For the real hip-hop) Ill Spoken, How High: The Mixtape

Rated R, Diggz, Potent Product shit (For the real hip-hop, for—)

(For the real hip-hop, for the—) Uh

(For the—for the real hip-hop, I do it all for the real, for the real—) Shit is fire right here

Can't forget God, blessed (For the real hip-hop, I said it's all for the real)

Crown City Records (Ayo), DJ Fa'sho

[Verse 1: Beedie]

'Cause I lived that lifestyle (What?)

Beedie growin' up a white child, still influenced by this hype sound

Through it, man, my life's foul

I'm like, "Wow—wow, can I—can I come—come—*record scratch*

'Cause I lived that lifestyle (What?)

Beedie growin' up a white child, still influenced by this hype sound

And I been through it, man, my life's foul

I'm like, "Wow, how can I overcome what I'm right now?" (Rated R, shit)

This is me, what you get is what you see

And if I cop a sip, I can get it back for free (Yeah)

I've been gettin' bags of tree, or that funky good shit (They call it kush)

Got a bitch choppin' bricks like woodchips (Ka-pow)

Ooh, shit, that's my new shit

Two cigs 'cause I had to take two for my own usage

Feelin' like a train or an automobile

I keep burnin' up the hotter I feel

You know the sea's filled with fish and some manatees (Ugh)

They float by until the sharks come and grab they cheeks

That's how it be, I'm a man too, man, I bleed

So, can I breathe? And if I can't, then how can I be?

How can I be for the real?

[Chorus: Beedie & EZ Mac]

I'm for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop

I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop

I said it's all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop

I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop (Yeah), for the (Yeah)—for the real hip-hop, hip-hop

[Verse 2: EZ Mac & Beedie]

With a pad and a pen and the beat in my ears

If you ain't heard about us now, well, EZ is here (We here)

We posted up spittin' with some weed and a beer

So if you hatin', best believe it's my year (Year)

Fuck, it's my decade, no, it's my millennium

So any cat who talks shit to Mac, I make a mess of 'em (Haha)

Leave 'em as a pile of bones, a puddle of blood (Yo)

No gravestone (Uh), sweep his ass under the rug (Uh, goodbye)

[Verse 3: Beedie]

So what you tryna prove? Quit it 'fore it loses (Uh-huh)

Smoothest muhfucker at the spot, man, I'm too sick (Haha)

And hip-hop ain't gon' stop this music

Since I was a skinny muhfucker like a toothpick (I been here)

I'm so crack, I spit top, shit's hot

The flow so fire, I'm scared to get caught (Ha)

If I get caught, don't get into my stock

I was tryna make a couple dollars, I ain't in to get locked (I get lots)

[Chorus: Beedie]

I'm for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop

I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop

I said it's all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop

I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop, hip-hop

[Verse 4: EZ Mac]

I got a crush on hip-hop, but I'm too afraid to tell her

It's like curves, makin' love to each and every letter

See, I hit in the back and we call it a capellas

Gettin' in and out quickly, but over beats is better (Yep)

'Cause I sever your man's head or his neck if he disrespect

Rap my love, this is true, I'm tryna be rich as heck (Chyeah)

Love a mansion and fast cars, bein' a rap star, weed in a glass jar

Blazin' these rap bars, y'all subpar, Madagascar, yeah, the king (What?)

You better not see me in the ring

'Cause I'm a deadly man with the mic in my hands

You pick a fight with my man, I'll leave you right where you stand

(You know that I love this rap) But sufferin' succotash

You think my punchlines are breakin' the punchin' bags

See, I'm ready, breakin' the gates, can't get enough hate

I love cake, so I'ma make it great, tell 'em Buscrates

[Chorus: Beedie]

I'm for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop

(Yeah, so you gon' muhfuckin' do about it?)

I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop

(The Ill Spoken, Beedie and EZ Mac)

I said it's all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop

(And whoever else, may be consumed, yeah)

I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop, hip-hop

(We do it for the real, ugh)