Is It Real (Plus Skit)

First off dont call your music hip hop its crap
Even rappers hope your shit stop, your whole style slop
Ignorance is at its tip top
And its embarassin to even joke and say that you cherish
Them bloody mop tops
Literally, you say lyrics? you dont need em?
Sayin that alone is disrespect to every phenom
There aint enough beef on the these muppets for me to eat on
For me to poop on, im the skatman, defecate on you wit a groupon
I see you and the soups on, Real niggas bump real shit
So thanks for helping me find all the stupid ones
Ill smear your shit across the room like a roomba
You got a brain like a koopa, a goomba
Fuck it, keep it goin
And i appreciate your wackness, we need that
Its kinda hard to contrast wit all of these G's yea?
I mean you got fans, but one mans trash is another's treasure
So what you measure im sure is a dump in the grass
Radio is force to play you cuz they dumpin the cash
Pumpin it fast, still they listen hmm
Stumped but they laugh, aint no umph in your craft
Aint no Krump in your Thump
Ill leave you slumped in a raft
Aint no assumption you suck like a rat
Its way more than being the mightiest fightiest guy
Or moniest, the gunniest, or the funniest why?
Its gettin by wit a message in every single line
Is it real what you feel? are you dumpin your pride?
Quittin on somethin, fuckin easy as spittin bars you high?
You wonder why, all your fans are fuckin 5.
You rocksteady and you couldnt spit to a beatbox
I should hit you wit sheet rock, til you learn to respect Pete Rock
Dont ever touch a beat again, you on time out
Sit in the corner and get some motha fuckin rhymes out
And let that be your trash, but at least there's effort
Doin that is way better than saying "yea wahtever"
You think you clever? ill cleaver axes n hatchets into yo back
Acupuncturing punks n pussies per passion
I progress my path and personify power
As part of my presence, and push my people into powerful presets
And prep em perfection
No stressin we flexin, and steady remain effervescent
One day we a legend, but for now, we gotta get these steps in
And show some damn respect to the niggas that made this happen
Rappin came from disco breakbeats
Thats a class you couldnt pass wit an ass full of cheat sheets
You think you on a higher plane, you no kool and the gang
Beep bitch get out the way
Ill toss you like a paper plane, and leave you MIA
Crumpled up in the street like a parking ticket set ablaze

Is it real? What you feel?
Could you heal? whats the deal?
Well dont run nigga
Its no fun nigga
You so dumb nigga
You brought a gun? nigga
But could you kill, witout the steel?
Is you real? whats the deal?
You no fun, nigga
You a crumb, nigga
You a bum, nigga
Get slumped, nigga

I spit fire like red yoshi wit the red shell
Goin head to head wit Loki imprisoned in a dead cell
Time to check my mail, wipe my sweat, stretch my tail
Cuz bein a nigga's a wonderful thing, as a cannibi my smell
I smoke weed like i prep for the kush olympics
And if they ask about it, im preppin for the kush amendment
It bans the use of fossil fuel for oil and deforestation for papers
Hemp is the victor to be spoiled, any takers?
Callin all butchers and bakers, candlestick makers
Vapors innovators, and haters, skaters, tots n tators
Faces like cheese graters, green cards, or no papers
And if i missed your demographic, im takin the remainders
Box em up, shake up their containers
In a danger room, box hotter than a sauna mirage in the sand dunes
Wake up nakd in cancun wit a tramp stamp of a dish and a spoon
Jumpin over the moon, smellin like bad poon
Watching your hands move like your body has an echo
Heartbeat like a hummingbird, head bumpin like techno
3 hands around your throat and nobody screamin to let go
You remember your first kiss, you remember your last egg roll
Your mad cuz you just filled your tank wit premium petro
Could you come back like the hulk in a flash believin you special?
And leave this plane of existence, wishin you didnt do the stupid
Shit that you did when you was a kid
That stayed wit you til you got big

Is it real what you know, is it real what you say?
Do you bullshit yourself in any motha fuckin way
Is it real how you live? Is it real how you give?
Do you pretend they yo homies and never treat em like friends?
Is it real what you know, is it real what you say?
Do you bullshit yourself in any motha fuckin way
Is it real how you live? Is it real how you give?
Do you pretend they yo homies and never treat em like friends?
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