I got no choice but to give you what I know rhyming
I stand on my own nobody cosigning
no big established rapper or producer
put me on, I had to go back and do it how they use to
shine on your own merit straight from the muscle
not measured by your carats or how many rocks you hustle
you probably won't holla or try and get with me
cause I won't follow choosing dollars over dignity
I try to rhyme with some more accountability
lyrically for the little homies on the block feeling me
rolling up and down the boulevard, I know it's damn hard
my pops was born in Richard Allen pre-Ram Squad
ain't nothing change since then except the murder rate
over 400 killings last year I heard to date
I think of better times just to change pace
cause joy and depression can't reside in the same place
Hook:
You know it's real, got no choice but to give it to you
when you can feel it down in your soul living through you
move your body and your mind at the same time
tryna get it, gotta bring it, if you want it, cause it's real
You know it's real, got no choice but to give it to you
when you can feel it down in your soul living through you
move your body and your mind at the same time
tryna get it, gotta bring it, if you want it, cause it's real
Verse 2:
Yo I'm feirce from the start let me drop a style on ya
pierce your heart like the crocodile hunter
Hip Hop died on Christmas it's a bummer
chills up my spine everytime I hear Funky Drummer
time to get the doe, Stress load up the Tahoe
no crates, straight CDJ's or Serato
my flow be no joke, we ain't the Jerky Boys
come through and rock your whole show like The Herculoids
when I write my rhymin' is illegible
like it or not, sonically it sounds incredible
I create in conditions that's the dungiest
broke rapper starving artist sound the hungriest
but I'm blessed I know I could be doing more bad
a broke son reading Rich Dad Poor Dad
either way I'm still spittin' that shrapnel
with words that sound nasty like chitlins and scrapple
Hook:
You know it's real, got no choice but to give it to you
when you can feel it down in your soul living through you
move your body and your mind at the same time
tryna get it, gotta bring it, if you want it, cause it's real
You know it's real, got no choice but to give it to you
when you can feel it down in your soul living through you
move your body and your mind at the same time
tryna get it, gotta bring it, if you want it, cause it's real
Verse 3:
I used to disrespect women call'en dikes and bitches
and drop the N-bomb more than Michael Richards
but my new music changed, it don't contain
I try to refrain, from calling people out they name
man, I'm not perfect some things is hard to give up
like when I'm 'round my homies yo know I'm gonna slip up
but don't worry bout the content of my grammar
just know the finished products gonna be bananarama
I see these videos, I'm like damn dude
watch jammed with so many rocks the hands can't move
and then you put all that shit in your mouth
I'd rather put that in my crib yo, and flip my house
that's just me baby maybe I'm crazy
cause I ain't got Beyonce to upgrade me with the gravy
and neither do half the guys I know working
so I give you the real not the bastardized version
Hook:
You know it's real, got no choice but to give it to you
when you can feel it down in your soul living through you
move your body and your mind at the same time
tryna get it, gotta bring it, if you want it, cause it's real
You know it's real, got no choice but to give it to you
when you can feel it down in your soul living through you
move your body and your mind at the same time
tryna get it, gotta bring it, if you want it, cause it's real
credits
from The Bangologist,
released January 1, 2012
Written by Side Effect
Produced by Stress the White Boy
A blistering new offering from Sacramento MC Mahtie Bush with beats that knock hard and bars that match that toughness. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 10, 2023
