Only the Real Survive - Intellectual

[Intro]

[First verse]

Yo lyrically and musically the main source has it all

I mean mr rap where Micheal Jordan is named Mr basketball

We got the textures to subject ya to a musical treat

And keep the heat on them phony with the weak beats

Street beat is what keeps the source at another level

You can't use a shovel

As in the devil

So how you gonna see us

With the wacked out, cracked out

Beats, little freaks

You need to back out

And make way for the veterans

Better than (excederence ?)

When you take a hit at (this here ?) medecine

To represent you need potential to rock the instrumental

Of the top of your head, using the mental

And see if you can move a party when you rocking live

Only the real survive

[Chorus]

Your source, your soul, my soul

Source, source, your soul, my soul

[Second verse]

I'm straight up rawcore to fish out fanatic instrumatic

Been locked in the back, now it looks like an automatic

Say the static for the ones who represented hiphop

Got props, hit the top and went pop

I'm still a soldier, a veteran I told ya

I paid dues to rap, they paid the total and crossed over

And now they wanna come back home to the streets

With the real brothers (roam ?) pumping G beats

Puffing (nerds ?), (going ?) curb, living life up

A pocket full of tapes and a spare tray cee-lo dice

Whats a brother gotta do

Be true, to the crew

Be true to yourself too

And make sure you stay live

But keep it on the down low

Only the real survive

[Chorus]

Your source, your soul, my soul

[Third verse]

Yo i'm a skylar

Not a follower

But a leader out to make a dollar

Without fastening the white collar

So (Allah ?) if you're real and you know how I feel

A word to kneel you're paying for your next meal

And got the money for the blunts

That's what you want, you ain't (ronce ?)

So prolly shot them (go bronx ?)

We representing 94

We straight up (war styles for miles ?)

And we staying hard to the core

And leaving sell-outs in the smoke

We stay original and send them (by the zone on a mission back to grey's dope ?)

To all the peeps from the streets

You keep it alive and keep playing for (keeps ?)

We all gotta strive (main source tell'em why)

Only the real survive

[Chorus]

Your source, your soul, my soul

Source, source, your soul, my soul