Shit’s Real - Intellectual

[Intro]

You know what I'm sayin', represent for the fam

From crazy-ass Queens, you know what I'm sayin'

One time for your mind

Check it out, yeah

For those that don't know the way I flow, my name is fucking Mic Geronimo, you know what I'm sayin'?

Big shouts to my whole fam, You know what I'm sayin, I'm representing, y'all know who you is

And we about to spark this, you know what I'm saying

Yeah, check it out, check-check it out

[Verse 1]

Another day of stepping through the belly of the beast

I leave the compound and make my way to my stomping ground

I'm just about broke to the letter

It can't get any worse, shit can only get better

My burner lampin' by my waistline, Geronimo will be fine

When niggas got my back and undivine

So now I unwind and keep my focus on my schedule

It's critical for me to run a scan on my plans

I keep steppin, and on the DL I'll be well

And as the gospel chicks will get a call when it's possible

I make a red bone a dead bone

After my bed bone, I'll leave her ass sewn from my tone

And then I bounce and jet, my family, jump in the ride

And see what's going down on the other side of town!

It's all about loungin' and keepin' shit together

No matter the weather you find me out doin' whatever

And when the sun fall, word to Mal, we're on the move

So nobody can bust up the motherfuckin' groove

It's ill enough to catch the fingertip feel

Check the rhyme paragraph, because my shit is real!

[Chorus]

Shit real, now you know the dealin' gets realer

Uh, shit's real, yeah, you know shit's real

I smoke a 20 bag of Buddha then I'm ready to peel!

Shit real, now you know the dealin' gets realer

Uh, shit's real, yeah, you know shit's real

Get a taste for my feel I freak mics like sex appeal!

[Verse 2]

It's healin' up, to hit your grillin' up

Like catch a nightstick mix to your brain when you're handcuffed

For every episode I unfold

There'd be another sick story, and my mind will be told

And every time I take flight in the midnight

The police be searchin' for a nigga with the killer mouthpiece

Since my first birthday, I've been in

With more tricks than a tramp, locked in a sleep away camp

And any herb with a boot throw a verb to get kicked to the curb

And get thrown off the bridge called the Williamsburg

All your pipe dreams are hopes, are burned up like choke smoke

And in a simple sec I push a TEC to your neck

So leave me alone and get thrown

I'll be your line for more taps than the Feds buggin' telephones

Flippin' niggas and leavin' them sleepin' in the chalk straight

DTs be bummed so by a microphone scarface

I'm beyond that nigga in the front we frontin' niggas

Slugs and this monk from a rhyme toting gun thug

I keep my form in the storm of a raw deal

And give you a torn feel, because my shit is real

[Chorus]

Shit real, now you know the dealin' gets realer

Uh, shit's real, yeah, you know shit's real

Throw a clip from my hip to start bustin' off steel!

Stay close when I stride 'em up

I tear your ass off the frame where ya hide, and I

I grab bitches by stacks and stacks and I

You catch a lick in the back from my baseball bat!

[Verse 3: Mic Geronimo]

I take the time of my last words to rhyme to say peace

To all the members of my fam doin' jail time

Makin' your brain cells swell

When niggas couldn't rhyme, ayo I grab the bag of Rothwell

Rip you out your frame when I'm memorize your name

Niggas will never be the same, 'cause I'm bad in the game

Uh, I tote mics in daylight chalk with steel

And now you know the deal, because my shit is real

[Chorus]

Shit's real, now you know the dealin' gets realer

Uh, shit's real, yeah, you know shit's real

I keep a mad fat flow on the real, the real!

Shit real, now you know the dealin' gets realer

Uh, shit's real, yeah, you know shit's real

Shit's getting realer 'cause my shit is real!