Real Talk Songtext

And roll up in ya hood on some Hezbollah shit

And blow up in ya crib like Katusha rockets

Then tell you there ain't nothing you can do to stop it

I rabble rouse with the Oi Oi Oi

You better turn the other way when you see this boy

Fix ya face and reverse your joy

You dont wanna be around when that shit deploy (Mate)

You better off run, chase some skirt

Or kneel down prince of a god in church

I got the newspapers under my shirt
Nobody move nobody get work

Hook:

R-E-A-L T-A-L-K

Real talk from Beantown to LA

T-A-L-K about what's right

And I never wrote a song that wasn't real in my life

R-E-A-L T-A-L-K

Real talk from bean town to LA

T-A-L-K About what's right

And I never wrote a song that wasn't real to my life

Verse 2:

It's not dead, its far from that

Live and kicking every time you hear an Audible Track

But it gotta go back,

To Kool Herc where it started

Take a ride on Haley's Comet, bring the mountain to Mohammad

If you want to keep it living you just got to maintain

Get these motherfucking snakes off this motherfucking plane

Bang if you're a G, hustle if you're a hustler

But please don't rap cause you sound like a sucka

Sound like a chump and you sound like a dummy

End of the day you're not taking nothing from me

This life is real, you fools can't hack it

You ain't built for it, you need more practice

So I don't check for those who claim to let their heater blast

I only buck with those bring emceeing back

Back to the rhythm of the concrete vestibule

Once again, back It's in the incredible

Hook:

R-E-A-L T-A-L-K
Real talk from Beantown to LA

T-A-L-K about what's right

And I never wrote a song that wasn't real in my life

R-E-A-L T-A-L-K

Real talk from bean town to LA

T-A-L-K About what's right

And I never wrote a song that wasn't real to my life

Verse 3:

I'm young and brash, trying to make a buck quick

Whistle at a bird maybe try and get a duck sick

It's whatever fam, I'm weighing out my options

That's the way I'm living, I don't think I'm ever stopping

A cantankerous wise ass from Boston

Playing with a band you should think about jockin

Roll through your town looking fresh when we breeze

Johnny Number 5 rock the dunk SB's

But you won't find me in no Nike sneakers

It's chocolate and salmon high top adidas

J-The S style that snake skins from Nevis

Jesus Christ the kids so nice

Everytime you give him props you gotta give it to him twice

Been buckin at the man for my whole adult life

So I'm wicked with the pen like I'm wicked with the mic

Hook:

R-E-A-L T-A-L-K

Real talk from Beantown to LA

T-A-L-K about what's right

And I never wrote a song that wasn't real in my life

R-E-A-L T-A-L-K

Real talk from bean town to LA

T-A-L-K About what's right

And I never wrote a song that wasn't real to my life

I never stole another man's meal in my life
I never been the type to pack steal in my life
I'm not the one to wheel and deal in this life
I'm sorry there'll be no revolution tonight

(Thanks to Victor for these lyrics)