How Real by BANTU (Crew) Lyrics
[Verse 1: Ade Bantu]
I was born to bless the mic right from the get go never tried to imitate or claim I was all ghetto I was raised with love to the maximum so I make sure I spread it even though it’s gone amongst my peers, my elders and the young ones I miss the days of old all nice and fun when you didn’t have nine year olds running with guns now we’re caught in a battlefield everyone’s analysing trying to understand when it all began I mean what’s the deal? father failed son? Who’s to blame when values get torn shredded to pieces and treated with scorn left to rot away with no one to morn a generation that wouldn’t see the beauty of a new dawn
[Chorus]
Mc’s o.d. with their niggertivity
How real, real, real, can a real real be?
I’m blind I’m high I’m wasted
[Verse 2: Ade Bantu]
Hiphop is dead it got shot in head brutalised, victimised to the very end pimped around by hustlers and their leeches and friends now we’re left with boys all trying to be men with no guidance and no knowledge of self and then we wonder why there’s no relevance in rap again it’s all about the cash money, diamonds and buds there ain’t no love left when Gods turn dogs amplified, ghettofied all for better for worst MTV stereotyped so the image is cursed with a karma that is destined for more blood and more drama than Osama and the Oklahoma bomber all together it’s a radioactivity niggertivity, plantation mentality that’s killing our community
[Chorus]
Mc’s o.d. with their niggertivity
How real, real, real, can a real real be?
I’m blind I’m high I’m wasted
I was born to bless the mic right from the get go never tried to imitate or claim I was all ghetto I was raised with love to the maximum so I make sure I spread it even though it’s gone amongst my peers, my elders and the young ones I miss the days of old all nice and fun when you didn’t have nine year olds running with guns now we’re caught in a battlefield everyone’s analysing trying to understand when it all began I mean what’s the deal? father failed son? Who’s to blame when values get torn shredded to pieces and treated with scorn left to rot away with no one to morn a generation that wouldn’t see the beauty of a new dawn
[Chorus]
Mc’s o.d. with their niggertivity
How real, real, real, can a real real be?
I’m blind I’m high I’m wasted
[Verse 2: Ade Bantu]
Hiphop is dead it got shot in head brutalised, victimised to the very end pimped around by hustlers and their leeches and friends now we’re left with boys all trying to be men with no guidance and no knowledge of self and then we wonder why there’s no relevance in rap again it’s all about the cash money, diamonds and buds there ain’t no love left when Gods turn dogs amplified, ghettofied all for better for worst MTV stereotyped so the image is cursed with a karma that is destined for more blood and more drama than Osama and the Oklahoma bomber all together it’s a radioactivity niggertivity, plantation mentality that’s killing our community
[Chorus]
Mc’s o.d. with their niggertivity
How real, real, real, can a real real be?
I’m blind I’m high I’m wasted