How Real (can a real, real be?) [feat. Ayuba]

I was born to bless the mic right from the get go never tried to

Imitate or claim I was all ghetto, I was raised with love to the

Maximum so I make sure I spread it even though it's gone amongst

My peers, my elders and the young ones, I miss the days of old all

Nice and fun when you didn't have 9 year olds running with

Guns now we're caught in a battle field everyones analyzing trying

To understand when it all began, I mean, what's the deal?

Father failed son? Who's to blame when values get torn? Shredded to

Pieces and treated with scorn, left to rot away with no one to morn

A generation that wouldn't see the beauty of a new dawn

MC's OD with their niggativity

How real, real, real, can a real, real be?

MC's OD with their niggativity

How real, real, real, can a real, real be?

I'm blind, I'm high, I'm wasted

I'm blind, I'm high, I'm wasted

Hip-hop is dead it got shot in the head brutalized, victimized to the

Very end pimped around by hustlers and their leeches and friends

Now we're left with boys all trying to be men with no guidance

And no knowledge of self and then we wonder why there's no

Relevance in rap again it's all about the cash money, diamonds and

Buds there ain't np love left, when Gods turn dogs amplified

Ghettofied all for better for worst MTV stereotyped so the image

Is cursed with a karma that is destined for more blood and more

Drama than Osama and the Oklahoma bomber all together it's a

Radio activity niggativity, plantation mentality that's killing our very own community

Maximum so I make sure I spread it even though it's gone amongst

How real, real, real, can a real, real be?

MC's OD with their niggativity

How real, real, real, can a real, real be?

I'm blind, I'm high, I'm wasted

I'm blind, I'm high, I'm wasted

Easy

I'm blind, I'm high, I'm wasted

I'm blind, I'm high, I'm wasted

I'm blind, I'm high, I'm wasted