The Real Back - Intellectual

[Produced by Antman Wonder]

See every verse is like an exorcism

Cause what I spit’ll make them heads turn

Sorry for the wait, long [?]

But I had to straighten out the kinks like a perm

Don’t let it sit too long it might burn

Ashes to ashes, I need a bigger urn

Watch what a nigga earn, watcha what a nigga learn

Stop [?] since Nas and Fox was in the fern

I make these labels mourn until I make the tables turn

Hitman, hitman, Bret Hart, Tommy Hearns

Never worry about what’s none of my concern

Cause we all in the dirt til we livin’ with the worms

They told me save my breath if you tryna save they souls

So you can spit the real, but real won’t get you on

That real won’t get you know, that real won’t get you blown up

My style is tailor made now look how I got it sewn up

Now see the real back

Now tell me can you feel that?

They tell me bring the real back

Yea

Now see the real back

Now tell me can you feel that?

Better run and tell your friends that

Another day another breath

Another way another step

Buncha bench players claimin’ [?]

I’m Conrad Murray I ain’t got no patience left

Y’all caught up in the hype, gettin’ lost in the buzz

Most of y’all forgot what real rap was

Y’all the make the game miserable y’all deep as a kiddie pool

I will get rid of you, tell your lights on like [?]

Rappers can’t rap and these singers can’t sing

Can barely tell the difference they doin’ the same thing

Homie this is a new route, too chopped to smooth out

You rappers so pussy dykes probly eat you out

My peoples want a change this the bottom of the wishing well

They feel the words somebody tell ‘em this isn’t braille

You see the storm on it’s way I’m bout to give ‘em hell

Eyes don’t lie so as far as I can tell

See the real back