Trendan. - It’s the real.

★ intro ★
Okay, okay, look

★ verse 1 ★
You niggas better stand up, class is in session
And i got the answer like i’m the only nigga with his hand up
This is food 4 thought, grab a plate, say your prayers
You think you seen it all? this is just the trailer
Told my niggas that i was gon’ get it, i never lied on it
Had to make ‘em wait for a minute, took my time on it
I spit it how i live it, the way i nailed it wit the flick of the wrist
You would think my pen was acrylic
But if it’s fake, i wouldn’t feel it, even if its in braille
I see through it, even hebrews knew my shit is real
Everything i got was never handed to me
That’s why every timе i drop, they gotta hand it to me
Yeah, huh, i keep it rеal like fishing poles
Lyrical meals, dishing flows as hot as the kitchen stove
Don’t hate the player, hate the game, i’m in a different mode
Either way, i’m doin my thing, so what you bitchin for?
Well, shit, i guess we got different goals
Don’t mess wit the kid, it’s obvious we got different clothes
Just goes to show that we don’t match
You spit that simple shit, i spit shit niggas don’t catch
Like bad passes, then i gotta throw it back like fat asses
Just for this shit to add up like mathematics
Back at it, packed with more lines than crack addicts
It’s like a breath of fresh air, but i’m not asthmatic

★ chorus ★
It’s about time i brought the real back
Spitting real raps, i know you feel that
Huh, yeah, i know you feel that
Uh-uh, uh uh, aye
It’s about time i brought the real back
Spitting real raps, i know you feel that
Yeah, i know you feel that

★ verse 2 ★
Check it, look
It’s the michael jordan of the mic recorders
Food 4 thought, may i take your order? let me cook, it’s lunchtime
Showing them the ropes, i’m like mike tyson when i write hooks and punchlines, get it?
I’m the cream of the crop, it’s in my nature
I’m on a roll, but i need the dough like a baker
But i never wanted the rich and famous life
I would rather change the world with every page i write
I know i’m talented, these other rappers couldn’t challenge this, they’re talentless
Cause’ they think the fame is more important than the talent is
But you gotta learn how to balance it
I’m passionate, i always knew i had a gift
Rappin’ this real shit, i don’t care how much cash it gets
Creating a classic mixtape with the movements that my wrist makes
Trying to get my shit straight
But if you hate, i suggest you don’t make that mistake, yeah

★ chorus ★
It’s about time i brought the real back
Spitting real raps, i know you feel that
Huh, yeah, i know you feel that
Uh-uh, uh uh, aye
It’s about time i brought the real back
Spitting real raps, i know you feel that
Yeah, i know you feel that
Word, a’ight

★ outro: snoop dogg & michael rapaport ★
This motherfucker don’t miss
Nah, he’s fuckin’ good
That motherfucker don’t miss, man
He’s good
In the heat of battle, he don’t miss
No!
In the heat of controversy, he don’t miss
No!