[Verse 1: E L U C I D]
Have you ever asked a redneck how his sister taste?
I just got called a nigga and that really made my fucking day
I smile for a second, ask the aforementioned question
First time when I was six alone in my daddy’s green cutlas
Wouldn’t say corrupted, barely knew what it meant
Honestly just an old white man walking past
I’m far from rockaway
Yeah I’m over and seen some of the glory shit for real
Still make you wanna reach through this phone
Today and choke you, bitch
On the surface I'm chill, you pushing dead buttons
I know this peckerwood is head hunting
Oh, you said something? Hey whatchu call me?
Rather: what I respond to?
Maybe that was all in Malcom and Marcus
Like nah dude, 2011 I’m a nigga 24/7
Even if I refuse to eat watermelon and fried chicken
In front of blue and green eyes, save me a thigh
[?]
[Chorus]
This is for the real, this is for the real
This is for the real, this is for the real
[Verse 2: billy woods]
Straight up told him, save that black power rhetoric
And uplifting speech, I need something I can eat
Either that or a .22, bag of that goo, you know how I do
Blacks stealing the hour on layoffs my dude, don’t get it confused
Like Eldridge Cleaver, soul on ice balls deep in white pussy
Still cuts like a knife when he out juxing
Nowadays don’t even ask if the devil could fool a Muslim
Far as I’m concerned give me Johnny Cash or Folsom
Best of fulcrum, the restless spins everyday
I eagerly check via next letter from the bing
When the part opening my heart sinks
Everyday you in there is another victory for the pigs
Long pink faces, narrow black eyes
But experience taught me they can take any guys
And expediency will keep the innocent inside
While I’m out here doing whatever
Does that make me lucky, or clever, or stupider than most?
I put another letter in the post, signed, sealed and delivered
The way this shit here works, they don’t need to call you nigga
Have you ever asked a redneck how his sister taste?
I just got called a nigga and that really made my fucking day
I smile for a second, ask the aforementioned question
First time when I was six alone in my daddy’s green cutlas
Wouldn’t say corrupted, barely knew what it meant
Honestly just an old white man walking past
I’m far from rockaway
Yeah I’m over and seen some of the glory shit for real
Still make you wanna reach through this phone
Today and choke you, bitch
On the surface I'm chill, you pushing dead buttons
I know this peckerwood is head hunting
Oh, you said something? Hey whatchu call me?
Rather: what I respond to?
Maybe that was all in Malcom and Marcus
Like nah dude, 2011 I’m a nigga 24/7
Even if I refuse to eat watermelon and fried chicken
In front of blue and green eyes, save me a thigh
[?]
[Chorus]
This is for the real, this is for the real
This is for the real, this is for the real
[Verse 2: billy woods]
Straight up told him, save that black power rhetoric
And uplifting speech, I need something I can eat
Either that or a .22, bag of that goo, you know how I do
Blacks stealing the hour on layoffs my dude, don’t get it confused
Like Eldridge Cleaver, soul on ice balls deep in white pussy
Still cuts like a knife when he out juxing
Nowadays don’t even ask if the devil could fool a Muslim
Far as I’m concerned give me Johnny Cash or Folsom
Best of fulcrum, the restless spins everyday
I eagerly check via next letter from the bing
When the part opening my heart sinks
Everyday you in there is another victory for the pigs
Long pink faces, narrow black eyes
But experience taught me they can take any guys
And expediency will keep the innocent inside
While I’m out here doing whatever
Does that make me lucky, or clever, or stupider than most?
I put another letter in the post, signed, sealed and delivered
The way this shit here works, they don’t need to call you nigga
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