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The Realest Nigga

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QuietTruth:
If I can put this shit on wax it'd be over that Papoose Law Library Part III...lol

Chrous:
The realest nigga don't give a fuck if u agree.
The realest nigaa don't give a fuck if u don't know me.
The realest nigga don't give a fuck if u agree.
The realest nigga yeah and that'll be me.

Said I'm not the nigga who be sellin' drugs on the block
Don't call my girl a bitch or flash around a glock
I hang out in front of the corner store wit each one of my dudes
But never caught no charges slugs or bricks only an attitude
Live in projects seen people come in who never make it out
See the same shit happen day in day out
Police roll thru and we know each one by name
But to dem we all homeboys cuz hip hop classifys us all the same
Look at how our culture became; young kids praising gangs
From Stop The Violence Movement to how low ur chain hangs
White surbian kids hear a record now they wanna smoke weed
These black kids learn it from their older brother not their favorite m.c.
I'm tired of hearing' how niggas cook coke they can shove it up they ass
You only killin ur own people and givin' white kids a 'hood' pass

Chours

I'll never rape a women or brag how 'I gave it to her good'
I'm lookin for that powerful woman that powerful woman you'll find in the hood!
I'm keeping my dignity and my respect while I'm starting down at my feet
I'm not tryin' to hurt feelin's just lettin' it all up outta me
Life is so crazy too many thangs I don't understand
If a white person cant use the word nigga wat gives the right that a hispanic can?
Yo I try to speak whats on my mind even if it don't come out right
Maybe my vocab ain't strong enuff or maybe I just can't write
But ya know I think alot and reflect on what I see
Alot of people may call me soft I think they just don't understand me
Everytime I write its different shit but it all sounds the same
I must get these smarts from my mother maybe thats why she gives 'brains'
But on the real wats the point of life besides you live to die
When you wake up tomorrow its gonna be just as hard as yesterday to get by
When the state payin' for my food; on a free lunch at school
Dumbed down classes and got surrounding towns callin' us fools
Bashin' my city like its the cool thing to do. So you gotta be

Chorus

Bare Witt Me Here..
Wanna rock the freshest kicks and cop that new album but u can't afford alot
Can barely afford the rent let alone to even grocery shop
End up in the middle of Lakewood Projects shopping at Save-A-Lot
Walk back out to the car facin' consequences cuz u left ur doors unlocked
Niggas try to be big shots 16 years old all up in bed
End up wit a kid cuz they wanted to think wit they other head
Don't no nigga feel safe when they walk up out they home
Got lil 12 year olds threaten' to put 'caps' on ur 'dome'
Becuz I don't say much and keep a stone face they call me a thug
Folk complain' when I don't say nuthin but when I say somethin I get looked at like I'm dumb
Everybody got names to call theres always somebody that gotta talk messed up
I say its all good though its like they 'banged' against the wall cuz they just 'fucked up'
Their mess is tiring and every nigga today is fed up
Niggas need to start changing cuz shit today is fucked up

Chrous

Feedback would be appreciated...constructive criticism and thoughts...whatever

Mo Z. Dizzle:
i liked it.

u didnt use too many metaphors to waste space and addresed issues; and the ones u did use went along with the idea.

i might end up writing a verse of my own if u permit lol.

QuietTruth:
Be my guest my nigga. Propz for the feedback!

Dynamic:
damn Quiet this shit is HEAT

Dynamic:
The realest nigga don't give a fuck if u agree.
The realest nigaa don't give a fuck if u don't know me.
The realest nigga don't give a fuck if u agree.
The realest nigga yeah and that'll be me.

I'm untouchable like reaching for the sun
I'm reckless enough to take on an army with one gun
Have you shedding heavy tears like a one ton onion
And for fun i'd rap with one lung till my tongue's done runnin
considered a boss man in these harsh lands
walk with one hand in soft sand, a god damned madman
I spit the evilist lyrics to the weakes of spirits
they can't speak when they hear it, i'll defeat who's the nearest
I'll put a sideshow on the side of the road
I'll rhyme till I'm old niggas be hiding there hoes
I suppose you could try to oppose
I'll fire my flows, you'll dry and corrode then die just as slow
My rhymes so sweet, you'll need a diet plan
I'll draw a diagram of your glands and ram my hand through your diaphragm
And rip it ou without touching you, my voodoo pursue's you
stab your eyes you'll "lose your views", and i'll spit in all of your open wounds
I'd spit poetry at the speeds a motor couldn't reach
I'd "cut off your tongue" to take away your "freedom of speech"
leave the weak in stitches, can't beat the statistics
In battle be specific or i'll just beat you in an instant
If you want drama better head to the opera
or stock up on nunchucks cause you don't wanna be the reason i get locked up

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