Real Talk

Go west young man, go west he said
But don’t get caught up like the rest of them
Most of them turn faker then the breast-a-ses
And get their head spun around like the exorcist
Then you got a gang of people trying to come in ya pockets
And roll up in ya hood on some Hezbollah shit
And blow up in ya crib like Katyusha rockets
Then tell you there ain’t nothing you can do to stop it
I rabble rouse with the Oi Oi Oi
You better turn the other way when you see this boy
Fix ya face and reverse your joy
You dont wanna be around when that shit deploy (Mate)
You better off run, chase some skirt
Or kneel down prince of a god in church
I got the newspaper under my shirt
Nobody move nobody gets hurt
Real talk from Beantown to LA
T-A-L-K about what’s right
And I never wrote a song that wasn’t real in my life
Real talk from bean town to LA
T-A-L-K About what’s right
And I never wrote a song that wasn’t real to my life
It’s not dead, its far from that
Live and kicking every time you hear an Audible Track
But it gotta go back
To Kool Herc where it started
Take a ride on Haley’s Comet, bring the mountain to Mohammad
If you want to keep it living you just got to maintain
Get these motherfucking snakes off this motherfucking plane
Bang if you’re a G, hustle if you’re a hustler
But please don’t rap cause you sound like a sucka
Sound like a chump and you sound like a dummy
End of the day you’re not taking nothing from me
This life is real, you fools can’t hack it
You ain’t built for it, you need more practice
So I don’t check for those who claim to let their heater blast
I only buck with those bring emceeing back
Back to the rhythm of the concrete vestibule
Once again, back It’s in the incredible
Real talk from Beantown to LA
T-A-L-K about what’s right
And I never wrote a song that wasn’t real in my life
Real talk from bean town to LA
T-A-L-K About what’s right
And I never wrote a song that wasn’t real to my life
I’m young and brash, trying to make a buck quick
Whistle at a bird maybe try and get a duck sick
It’s whatever fam, I’m weighing out my options
That’s the way I’m living, I don’t think I’m ever stopping
A cantankerous wise ass from Boston
Playing with a band you should think about jockin
Roll through your town looking fresh when we breeze
Johnny Number 5 rock the dunk SB’s
But you won’t find me in no Nike sneakers
It’s chocolate and salmon high top adidas
J-The S style that snake skins from Nevis
Jesus Christ the kids so nice
Everytime you give him props you gotta give it to him twice
Been buckin at the man for my whole adult life
So I’m wicked with the pen like I’m wicked with the mic
Real talk from Beantown to LA
T-A-L-K about what’s right
And I never wrote a song that wasn’t real in my life
Real talk from bean town to LA
T-A-L-K About what’s right
And I never wrote a song that wasn’t real to my life
I never stole another man’s meal in my life
I never been the type to pack steal in my life
I’m not the one to wheel and deal in this life
I’m sorry there’ll be no revolution tonight