Текст песни Real Raps - The Thought feat. 3Blok

BLAQKNOIZ, Rich Minds, you know the season, right?

It be the Godfather, Rito be thy name
When the beat hit your soul it don't affect us quite the same
Bow down or bend the knee, boy, better have my change
When I come to your city, I need all my dimes and pennies
Feel no pity for you penny-pinching niggas looking pretty
I hit him like Rihanna, Chris Brown'd him until he's silly
I don't play 'round, better understand, hope he feel me,
You fucking with the King, I send the prince back to Philly
I'm the Don of this shit, making moves with my fists
Knuckles deep in the soup cooking up with my wrists
And now I got the potion that they rap about
But I think it's the passion that they lacking, ouch
Wind blowing but the kush blew my hair back
I'm still going strong, you quitters can't compare to that
Still blowing strong, cruising down Fairfax
Top-down, shades on, listening to real raps

Hey, hey hey, hey-hey hey,
What you say, get this money?

Real Raps like tear gas made to bash your ears
What, your gears turning? Imagine that your action wasn't years too late
Stuck inside your state, enrich your mind to match the average
That you find up on the stage, time for fear or laughter?
Will you rhyme for here and after or just to line your pockets?
Doesn't even matter if you answer
I can hear it in your pockets, all the markets that you target for the stocks
Should've caught the bar from Moody, not the cat, it's just the fox
Tick-tock, it's hiphop, that been knocking at your door
Not a wristwatch we working for, it's a culture that's for sure
Keep your wits about you when it's quitting time, else might get replaced
You should see the look upon your face
For heaven's sake, it's absolutely crucial that we blaspheme
'Cause the way they blast fiends is in the scripture if you gleam it
All you want to see, you seeing, if I need to be the seeker
Let that beat up in my being, all I need comes out a speaker

It ain't even nothing
Check, check, one-two
You know what it is, son, word is bond!

Listening to real raps
I'mma put my spirit through the pencil so they feel that
Nigga, did you hear that? Turn the light that blinds to the spectrum
Describe me; he down to roll the dice so respect him
Tryna stay productive, I'mma line up and check em
And when it comes to rhyming I'mma treat it like it's Tekken
Kick a nigga out his shoes you confused it took a second
I'm coming rapid-fire, swifter than an instant message
Still tryna fill my pockets looking like I made a killing
Jordan 1s looking like a damn chameleon in his feelings
Wrist getting tired, I been working with the skillet
The passion go the distance, put that shit on my existence
Stay focused exactly on what the question is
You hate on it, contributing to the deficit
Stay on point, and centered, no time for hesitance
They think that double "M" stands for minutes that I'm measuring

We dedicate this to these people out here getting bank

Uh, what's done in the dark will come to light
Suckers want to come and see us but couldn't behold the sight
I bleed acid when I get cut, it's just my life
If my momma seen the drugs that I done, she'd lose her mind
No joke, I couldn't give up the formula if I tried
Meanwhile, niggas in your click, running at the mouth
Have 'em running like The Nile, that's more than a couple miles
Eyes at attention, we show up and watch 'em adjust their smile
I've been sitting in the dungeon just thinking about my demons
Got a good girl, but thinking 'bout where I could leave my semen
Cold nigga when it's sunny, just join him, you couldn't beat him
When he speak, he give you something to feel and it's undefeated
Look, blunt in my clutches, I don't smoke no dutches
Cruising down the boulevard, I'm in the game, I get my touches
Working hard to be a superstar, don't care about a roofless car
Just give us our respect and acknowledge that we go stupid hard
Nigga
3Blok!