Slim Burna Real Recognize Real (feat. Young Stunna Zubi Da Gr8est & Dj Joenel)
[Young Stunna]
Young stunna, young and restless
Let's go, ye
Godbody, got the body of a god, hoe
Say the flow holy, 'cause the n..er got a god flow
Oh my bad they call me Young Stunna, Mr Homicide
My homies decide to show up, guaranteed to make your homies hide
Hottest emcee in my city, gimme the title
These emcees is dead and gone, they gon' need a revival
I get in the post, you hit the post, I really hope you takin' notes
I'm in the game, they wish I hadn't tho, I keep 'em on their toes
I'm in the fast lane I don't even know the speed limit
Used to ride slow, they told me you should put some speed in it
I'm on my hustle, ink and paper like a photocopier
My goons don't like peace, bring out the guns, they feelin' happier
Real recognize real, you lookin' like a new boy
We goin' hard so we ain't rollin' round with all these Ju' boys
Snob gang, hot noise, we the real deal
Anybody else think they hot, take a chill pill
[Slim Burna]
Anyway I be, holding this mic
And I'm restless
Lyrical bars, it comes quick like my first sex
I'm raw, no latex
I aint a slave, I'm a grown man,
F..ck the chains and the necklace
Boy's so fresh, gucci, prada
Flow's so crazy, call it gaga
Gat bad chicks everywhere, Casablanca
Noah flow, leave you in a state like Bayelsa
Now real recognize real
What can be more realer than that
You go bananas when you spit?
I go realer than that
These rappers dey dull me like dark colours
Boy I'm taking shots, lazarus
I poo in your mouth, you can talk that shyt
Guns like a cinema, it gat clips
Slim Burna, fresh off the afternoon
Chorus means two dogs f..cking
That's a hook
[Chorus]
It don't matter how you breathe
We all gon die
Word on the streets
That's no lie
Real recognize real, fakes don't play
You got to keep it real till you fade away eh
It don't matter how you breathe
We all gon die
Word on the streets
That's no lie
Real recognize real, fakes don't play
You got to keep it real till you fade away eh
[Zubi Da Gr8est]
They call me Zubi Da Gr8est
Element Of Surprise, (Yeah)
I'm in the booth right now
With the musical tools dropping the hooks right now
On the Beat so bad throwing shoes right now
With the baddest rap goons going bazook right now
So Zubi is the proof right now
So get your asses ready 'cause I'mma shoot right now
In my righteous steps with my troops right now
Our moves so fly
We parachute right down
Front page on the Mag
You'll never see the n..er Zubi sag
Nieces and Nephews, the blood, the flag
When the smoke clears you seed the chick with a bag
The rap goon solving rap cases
Jealousy's so green on these cat's faces
Well, real recognize real
These weak-ass rappers just filed an appeal.
Faggots
[DJ Joenel]
I'm too hot
Hotter than bullets and fire helly
Nigga I mess with you belly
My name is joe to the nelly
(Johnny Mad dawg)
Same as the one you watched in your telly
Nigga I can't even tell it
I might be able to spell it
(So how you want it yo?)
Bang bang nigga let's get it on.
In the Ghetto I was raised you heard about Diobu,
Where they murder peeps for fun.
So my nigga please be warned
Talkin reality not just a song.
Ma crib dey Etchue no be noise.
Dem go bubble you yes my boys.
That's if you f..cks with me
Na the end be that
I got a Arsenal of mercenary roger that
They call me kingpin, man no fit defeat me
I spray you til it's 16 bullets what a crime scene.
Gangbanger me you instigate
I penetrate
Infiltrate
Where you f..cking stay
Incarcerate and repatriate
Place you state where you perspirate
Play the game like I'm heavyweight
Deteriorate your f..cking case
Aim is lame better promulgate
[Chorus]
It don't matter how you breathe
We all gon' die
Word on the streets
That's no lie
Real recognize real, fakes don't play
You got to keep it real till you fade away eh
It don't matter how you breathe
We all gon die
Word on the streets
That's no lie
Real recognize real, fakes don't play
You got to keep it real till you fade away eh