Verse
I’m dropping hits and hits
Like it’s a piece of cake //
A lyrical pandemic-a spread they can’t escape //
I stack the hate like stairs — that’s how I elevate //
And I’m the microphone soldier, for the war I wait //
Hey…
A war between the fake and the real //
Pass me a microphone and then a beat — it’s time to kill //
Time for the fake MCs
To write a will //
It’s time for the game to heal —
That’s how I feel //
Damn…
I gotta be first or the best, bro //
I began to rep my block before the cocks can even crow //
A monster in this game and I eat ’em like an egg roll //
And I’m sure to hit my target, even with my first throw //
Drill is cool, really. That mumble crap? Silly //
A little stress and they fold like a damn willy //
Y’all better not mess with me — I get spines chilly //
No screens, no games… this ain’t Sin City //
Hook
I’m real - Not a dream, dream
I’m reeeeeal - Not a film, film
I’m reeal - Not a fic-tion
I’m real - Not a picture
Man, I’m real