Текст песни The Real Deal - Lord Nap

Yo, check it, I'm steppin' in, the real deal's revealed
Flow's so rich, like a million-dollar deal
Rhythms in my veins, beats bangin' in my brain
The rain in your plain. Remain

Words sharp like a razor, cuttin' through the fakers
In a world of pretenders, real deal makers
I'm the real deal trader. Weed for money, Money for the weed
And by the time I already planted the seed

From the depths of the struggle, to the peaks of the need, success
Every line, every rhyme, represents my progress. Process, Respekt

This is the real deal, no illusion, no conceal
Just the raw, unfiltered essence, of what's truly real
Dreams are made and lost
I stand tall, undefeated, no matter the cost
Your loss, I remain the God

God, Back on the mic, with more fire than before
Each word I spit, opens another door
In the the alley my voice echoes clear
I'm the voice of the unheard, the one they all fear

No gold chains needed, my words are my wealth
Droppin' bars for the soul, not just for your health
Help! (we gotta shock this one)

In the heart of the night, the truth's raw and real
I navigate the shadows, with an iron will
Like a phoenix from the ashes, rising up, torn
My words are my armor, lorn in the face of scorn

Against the odds, I'm reborn, crafting my own fate
With every verse I spit, breaking down the gate

Under the spotlight, in the darkness of the night
My words are my guide, my eternal light
I'm not just spitting rhymes, I'm weaving tales
In this ocean of life, truth prevails

In time's embrace
I'm the poet of the streets, the sage
In time's embrace
I'm the poet of the streets, the sage of the age
With each word I utter, I write history's page

In time's embrace
I'm the poet of the streets, the sage of the age
With each word I utter, I write history's page
The labyrinth of life, where paths often twist

I'm the constant, the real, existential mist
Twist, resist, pray for your life. Stop to exist

Like a phoenix from the axis, rising up, torn
My words are my armor, lorn in the face of scorn
Against the odds, I'm reborn, crafting my own fate
With every verse I spit, breaking down the gate

Under the spotlight, in the darkness of the night
My words are my guide, my eternal light
I'm not just spitting rhymes, I'm weaving tales
In this ocean of life, the truth prevails

In time's embrace
I'm the poet of the streets