The Real Deal by RozenB Lyrics
[Verse 1, Big Jimmy Rozenblout]
I'm the lyrical assassin
A fuck'n miracle's asset
Whoop'n asses
If you think this fuck'n commander is average
Ripp'n nukes that are massive
Through your brain we are passive
But that's if
You tune into the musical ass kick
Rainin' this rhythm fulled ravish
And in my brain there is "Rad Shit"
But, never leaving loose leaf lastly
Your reign is a mystery
So that's why I'm with "Raggy"
Yes we'er the real deal
Wearin' adidas, yes "The Real Deals"
Everyone wanna make mills to eat meals
But dreams killed
And people blowin' up from spitin'
About them being he reason that one of their people has been killed
Wait, you call that real skill
For reallz, the phantoms leave niggas slurrin' man
My nigga Kidd-Hurricane
Every city he goes through he leave shits turn man
Yes, the deals real and it can
Have a nigga doin' a hand stand
Now im about to toss the mic into the heart of the hurricane
Because the plan is to keep the fuckin' torch in the fan, yeah
[Verse 2, Kidd-Hurricane]
Your look'n in the eyes of a HURRICANE
A really big storm that drives people insane
I'm spittin my rhymes so you can know my name
My verses got better lyrics than those of Gucci man
This is not RAP GOD in the building
But yet everybodys' reaching for the ceiling
I never borrow money, I only lend it out
But people wanna play around and give me the wrong amount
Life is not a game its only a decision
Make the right choice and you'll get treated different
Life is the real deal, its not a competition
It's not about who has better things or the most ammunition
I'm the lyrical assassin
A fuck'n miracle's asset
Whoop'n asses
If you think this fuck'n commander is average
Ripp'n nukes that are massive
Through your brain we are passive
But that's if
You tune into the musical ass kick
Rainin' this rhythm fulled ravish
And in my brain there is "Rad Shit"
But, never leaving loose leaf lastly
Your reign is a mystery
So that's why I'm with "Raggy"
Yes we'er the real deal
Wearin' adidas, yes "The Real Deals"
Everyone wanna make mills to eat meals
But dreams killed
And people blowin' up from spitin'
About them being he reason that one of their people has been killed
Wait, you call that real skill
For reallz, the phantoms leave niggas slurrin' man
My nigga Kidd-Hurricane
Every city he goes through he leave shits turn man
Yes, the deals real and it can
Have a nigga doin' a hand stand
Now im about to toss the mic into the heart of the hurricane
Because the plan is to keep the fuckin' torch in the fan, yeah
[Verse 2, Kidd-Hurricane]
Your look'n in the eyes of a HURRICANE
A really big storm that drives people insane
I'm spittin my rhymes so you can know my name
My verses got better lyrics than those of Gucci man
This is not RAP GOD in the building
But yet everybodys' reaching for the ceiling
I never borrow money, I only lend it out
But people wanna play around and give me the wrong amount
Life is not a game its only a decision
Make the right choice and you'll get treated different
Life is the real deal, its not a competition
It's not about who has better things or the most ammunition