Lyrics Real Talk - Cjay

I enjoy some of the newer stuff, uh
And, and, and you know, honestly...
I love the art of hip hop
You know, I uh...
But I have to admit, that, umm...
You know, I still have an old school head

Ayo, my time is finally here
Climbing these stairs, grinding each year
Yo, success wasn′t designed to be fair
Melodically know how to ride a beat so I'ma speak clear
Prophecy, God MC
Honestly, I solemnly swear
To sonically demolish these squares
You ain′t worth shit, not even the diamonds that shine in each ear
'Cause talent in the game is obviously rare
But yo, my rhymes too major to go against these minor league players
All you need is a bottle of drink and a pile of Ben Franks to go off the dome
Thinking you could freestyle but you can't
It′s not what you think
Quit sayin′ that you versatile 'cause you ain′t
Why would you think I'm vile?
Too hostile and file a complaint
The black messiah prophesied to build a rap empire
Your time in fact expired
So if you whack, retire
That would happen if I lacked desire
But I practice entirely
No wonder these rappers admire me
Real talk

I guess it is what it is
Creepin′ on a come up
Streets is yours for the taking now (yeah)
Creepin' on a come up
I′m from the place where hardcore is beautiful
Creepin' on a come up
Streets is yours for the taking now (yeah)
I'm rather unique

You like them bars I light ya dome with
But nigga, you don′t write your own shit
It′s like it don't fit so loosen up that microphone grip
This talent was given, I′m blessed, the Lord will protect me
He'll direct me, built to wreck beats with skills and technique
Who else is this real except me?
I know I′m ill but let me...
Finish so I could talk about niggas who still collect G's
Knowing they whack as fuck and labels, they will regret these
Mistakes of signing filthy MC′s
I ain't impressed, please
Quit while you're ahead
I could freestyle what you said
And that′s your best written? I suggest quittin′
And find a job if you refuse to so-call rap
Who told y'all that you could rap?
Already know y′all whack
Back in the days, niggas made the most off rap
So take that money you made and sell coke off that
I hope y'all scat
I noticed how homo y′all act
You might as well be a tranny flowin' with no ballsack
Real talk

I guess it is what it is
Creepin′ on a come up
Streets is yours for the taking now (yeah)
Creepin' on a come up
I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful
Creepin′ on a come up
Streets is yours for the taking now (yeah)
I′m rather unique
I guess it is what it is
Creepin' on a come up
Streets is yours for the taking now (yeah)
Creepin′ on a come up
I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful
Creepin′ on a come up
Streets is yours for the taking now (yeah)
I'm rather unique

The reality that hip hop can engage the very young people that have to deal with education and incarceration
Would there be a place to explore how hip hop can be effectively used?
Oh, absolutely
I don′t think there's any doubt that it can be
Uh, you know, I've met with JAY-Z, I′ve met with Kanye
And uhh, talked to other artists about how, potentially to, bridge that gap