Ressurection of Real

Yo, I don't give a ****!

Mic checka, the Smith & Wesson

Resurrected the borough who been the most respected

Protect your neck or get pro techs, at your necklace

Relentless killers for 5 dollar billas with nine 9s

Double the rhymes when I spit it like dos times

Mira mami my flow shine, you co-sign, I throw lines

For the 4th time like cuatro, head hancho

The glocc let them things go, click clack bang! Marlon Pop's flow

Cookin up cheese that's not yours

One bad gaucho, I got chose

I got hoes that go down low like potholes for pot gold

My pockets hold more s**t, if you want beef, no sloppy joes

I been drop bombs since snot nose

You ****** can't **** with the **********

Been styling since 9-4, my flow been put in, on my Huxtable

You can't touch the untouchable demolition destructional

Better listen for the instructional

We cause havoc when we Mobb deep

Spark trees forest fires, messiah from the dark streets

No harm G, where armories get aimed at your arteries

For broader cheese ****** playing with the lottery

Or commit grand larceny, pardon me, accordally

Ain't no one spittin as hard as we

At the top is where I ought to be

Prophet for knowledge the way I'm partin seas

Honestly I'm just getting started G no keys, I open doors

Kick em down wearing fours

Cause the 4-5 is in line with your pores, no sweat

I'm just a Pro ya know

Brooklyn the jungle so hoes depose their clothes

So the sole ain't better than you is? No chizz

Just stand back while I state my top goal

Your chicks top goes when she drops jaws, for the low she get low

I suppose she down to go, you know

It's the Gawd, I be killin em with the flow

Been a rebel you ****** pebbles to my mountain top

I guess I rock, you'll get two packs with these two hot shots

RIP leave you buried in 2Pac's spot, *****

When I rap it's like I'm blowing through a crack pipe

Flowing on this half pipe

****, like why the **** you ask twice?

What the **** is YOLO?

Probably been a pharoah in my past life

Eighteen so this dynasty gon sound right

Drop a song think it sounded nice

All of you just sound alike

Yeah while I ****** steer a mountain bike

I'm so Everest, you ain't got no merits

Just ****** caution, American legend til they bury him

Born as a winner, when it storm in the winter

Keep it calm and consider, we harmin your liver

If you drip, blimps up, sips from my pimp cup

This is what we living, s**t you finally get a glimpse of

************, I ain't scared of no man

I got that weight like Roseanne,keep these b*****s focused

Yeah you know I puff the tree, so my throat is swollen

I dont need a motive, I just keep on rolling

Until it's flat and the tire pop, freezin in the fire box

Over weight ladies they screaming when the choir starts

Everybody got the dreams that requires art, and expires hearts

So will you take the deal, damn

The flow is real like my birth rights

Saying that I've been cursed twice

Blessed with absurd flight

Thinking I'm a threat, you heard right

Never got em first but I earn stripes

And I learned how to reep em, delete em, and impeach a legion of losers

And start a cause for the lost, believe in the truest like ya'll

You see I'm flowin, twistin like a back flip

Rippin through these chap lips

I've been spittin crack since

So keep it real in a hunnid

When you chill at the top then you feel it is plummit

************ that spot for me

In the jungle too hot to breathe, you will not proceed

So you better stay cautionary, you lost already

No chorus just corpes plenty

Porridge empty illness what you feel

Redirect and chill while we ressurrect what's real, Caution

************* NYCk Caution, tell the b*****s get off him