Lyrics Real - K.A.A.N.

Uh-huh ey, yes lawd, Knowledge nigga, uh-huh
We gonna do something a little different we gonna
Take it back, look one time for ya, one time for ya
Look, we gotta give them something they can feel, make it real
Yo we gotta give them something they can feel, make it real
Yo we gotta give them something they can feel make it real
We prefer to tell the truth and never keep it concealed
Look, if you knew, like I knew, then you do like I do
Told them the sound was real don't ever get it confused
Yo, we gotta give them something they can feel, make it real.
Now I reiterate myself on this paper promise to tell the truth,
I'm ignoring distractions, in fact I'm finally focused,
I found a flow I can go with, engulfing all your attention,
My time is spent with the music, right now I'm truly invested.
Been tested by my environment, priorly by proprietors,
Profitizing from pain, its impossible to be positive,
Looking for inspiration among-st a line of obscurity.
Worries me I don't see any empathy, common courtesy.
Currently and priority, purposely we're avoiding it,
Try to voice my opinion, but fuck it, I'm just a hypocrite,
Depicted different situations some people relate to,
I came through my mind-state, was make sure my rhyme's straight,
I can't take no time off, I don't deal with BS,
I won't live with regrets, I detest, I'm too stressed,
They giving you negative vibes, they barley try,
Say that we living to die,
Its never the way that it seems,
They selling their soul in return for a dream
Am I different?
Nigga yes I am
But am I gifted?
Nigga yes I am
And do ya'll feel this?
Nigga yes we can
And I'm the dopest motherfucker lemme say it again.
Now take my time when I am writing
This, enlighten you with conciseness.
I like to think they get the point I make is positivity.
The power I posses is in my pen is
Unequivocally, the sentences I formulate inspired by my misery.
Literally terrified, when I die no-one will remember me,
The only thought I have inside my mind, is leave a legacy.
Before I perish and they find me near the Devil's mezzanine,
Underneath a sub-scaffold,
And next to 24 buildings with double sided partitions.
Imported beautiful pews, and the view is fucking amazing,
And now I can actually rest,
Been obsessing over my death since the moment of my
Conception, kept everything inside of me going insane silently.
A victim of circumstances, but never of society, I sit,
Proceed to ponder how am I able to sleep at night when I'm not even
Where I wanna be, at least within my life,
Giving you my motivation, no hesitation, isn't it really amazing
I said we gotta give them something they can feel, make it real
Yo we gotta give them something they can feel make it real
Yo we gotta give them something they can feel make it real.
We prefer to tell the truth and never keep it concealed
Look, if you knew, like I knew
Then you do like I do,
Told you the sound was real don't ever get it confused
Yo we gotta give them something they can feel, make it real.
Look at the plight of my people,
They force us to deal with politics,
Feeling deeply effected, they treat us like an infection.
Elimination of knowledge, abundancy of our vices.
And we're ingesting the poison we're given, leaving us lifeless,
No talk of a revolution cause niggas are too complacent,
I feel a sense of disgust when I look at my generation,
There's actually inequality within these different races,
If your'e black your interaction with police is confrontation,
But you act like this brutality has not happened for ages,
There ain't not turning of pages, instead I'm setting the scene,
Out in Texas they'll fucking murder you for traffic infractions,
Violation your civil liberties and all of your rights,
If you don't understand the law then you can call it a night,
Getting harassed, thrown on your ass, and then they taking your life,
But this reality is feeling very nightmare-like,
I said its all the same thing from Sandra to Rodney King
I said we gotta give them something they can feel, make it real
Yo we gotta give them something they can feel, make it real
Yo we gotta give them something they can feel, make it real
We prefer to tell the truth and never keep it concealed
Now am I different?
Nigga yes I am
But am I gifted?
Nigga yes I am
And do ya'll feel this?
Nigga yes we can
And I'm the dopest motherfucker lemme say it again.
Lord, eh