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Yeah, this is Keith B Rizzeal
Looks like this brother Will Smith is just avoiding me
But I will not be ignored, you understand

Excuse me, Will, Will
Smith has arrived Will Will hey Will real brothers hey what's up man how you doing
I'm Keith be	 Real from Keep it Real radio and founding editor of Keep
the gang truce
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
[Chino] They be perpetratin live, like they wild on the avenue
[Keith] Gangstas flop,
are dope, styles that meet
Any rapper clappin' you'd talkin'
You'd be yappin' my flow is on the go-go
This record's for real spin that wax in that
[Kool Keith] 

I'll get my manager crazy as hell  he'll pull steel 

Show these sheisty people  the sawed off  the pump is real 

Then
The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound
Like you gimme the cash and you put
your battery 
Stop rappin' to me 
New York City's number one MC, that's real G 
Who's that kid be	? Passengers are in position 
Change your whole
The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound
Like you gimme the cash and you put
Due to technical dificulties beyond our control
Reggie Noble's stinkin ass will not be performing with us
Erick Sermon, keep keep it on
Def Squad,
executive area
Acting like they don't see me, standin in front of me
Walkin by me three or four times
Showin me views of they Victoria Secret thongs, tryin
your money in the slot if your block don't got
A real representer cocked for action like my block got
Rhyme skills three and a quarter for them drop tops
three
Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three

Mark and Devo in the corner, heading on in by the speaker
Dressed cool, never known to freak
Outside
the real it's
tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long
three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song
[Erick Sermon] 

Uh huh 



[Parrish Smith] 

Yo it's the return (uh huh) Parrish Smith and Erick Serm' 

Kid don't mess with fire because
we're -- "treated with respect"

Chorus: ultramagnetic mc's
Two brothers with checks, yo that caddy is fly
San francisco, harvey

{repeat chorus 3
the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada a** down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy the pound
Like you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog down

I
Ha!
Yeah,L.O.D.
Keith Murray, Def Squad
Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith
You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)
Gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad
[Patra] 
Yeah, this is the real vibes, okay? 
To all the man and the 'oman dem out there 
This the word 
The original jazz and the reggae vibe
featuring Keith Murray  Redman 



Whoop Whoop(8x) 



[Redman] 

Funky dilemmas  destroy mc's by process of elimanation 

Ghetto linger
Ha!
Yeah,L.O.D.
Keith Murray, Def Squad
Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith
You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)
Gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad
like a bitch, get smacked by your pimp 
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real brother 
Keep that mop down, just like your album sound 
You flop,
D-nice, the beat box
I only wear Nike's, not Adidas or Reeboks
Many people know me, yet I'm known by few
My name is KRS-One, son
Not two or three
(feat. Gizmo, Keith Keith, King Sun)

Aiyyo Fat Joe, it's your first album right?
You comin out the South Bronx
Time to let brothers know what
an MC, who can't be the are-E-D 

Fuck wit me, you'll get slapped up and capped up easy 

By me and a tre-eight pistol, so vacate the premises 

Or ask
little neck clams on half shells
I got a hypochondriac flow that get real ill
Get nauseous to the beat, I spit sick at will

And the time has come