Lyrics
Me and my homies just chillin', feelin' the vibes
This the time of our lives, but many don't realize
Havin' visions of livin' on another level, never signed to the devil
The rebel that be ****in' 'round with the treble
Bumpin' Tribe in the system like penicillin, mother****er
I'm killin', spittin' venomous, never remember this, it's like a system
Say it, then I do it, I never miss them
**** 'em after I kiss them, sit back and listen
My chain, it glisten, it's like I'm from another dimension
Did I mention my circle's smaller than an intervention?
Then some beautiful women tell me I'm handsome
Then I snatch they heart and make the pussy the ransom
I **** 'em until inside they belly burst
Stop it, drop the beat and then we cue the verse
Spittin' lyrics like how a MAC-11 really disperse
Slaughter MCs and resurrect them when they in the hearse
They say I got too many styles, bitch, I've been diverse
They scared to jump in the cypher, I be all up in it first
My apologies, but if you're after me, then it gets worse
When I come through, I spit voodoo and leave 'em cursed
Common logic
Sounds like some, some nice shit
It's a good farewell
Uh-huh, I suppose
Yeah
This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this
I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this
From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest
We the RattPack, in other words, the tribe that's next
It's been a long time and I ain't even in my prime
I remember many moons ago spittin' the realest lines
On the come-up, matter fact, it was long before that
Before I bought my first mic, before I could afford that
This is a letter to the underground, the place where I'm from
This is a letter to the fans that understand what I've done
And even though I gotta leave, man, don't none of y'all grieve
'Cause even in the mainstream, that lyricism I breathe
Some of y'all love my raw records, some of y'all don't
Some of y'all will love my radio shit, some of y'all won't
Just like my race, my music has always been yin and yang
Somethin' for everybody, no, not just one lane
And on the real, I'll never forget the day I got my deal
Full creative control and the money was unreal
Started from the bottom and got here 'cause of my skill
And I never set a goal that I didn't plan to fulfill
This the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this
I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this
From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest
We the RattPack, in other words, the tribe that's next
This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this
I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this
From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest
We the RattPack, in other words, the tribe that's next
This the time of our lives, but many don't realize
Havin' visions of livin' on another level, never signed to the devil
The rebel that be ****in' 'round with the treble
Bumpin' Tribe in the system like penicillin, mother****er
I'm killin', spittin' venomous, never remember this, it's like a system
Say it, then I do it, I never miss them
**** 'em after I kiss them, sit back and listen
My chain, it glisten, it's like I'm from another dimension
Did I mention my circle's smaller than an intervention?
Then some beautiful women tell me I'm handsome
Then I snatch they heart and make the pussy the ransom
I **** 'em until inside they belly burst
Stop it, drop the beat and then we cue the verse
Spittin' lyrics like how a MAC-11 really disperse
Slaughter MCs and resurrect them when they in the hearse
They say I got too many styles, bitch, I've been diverse
They scared to jump in the cypher, I be all up in it first
My apologies, but if you're after me, then it gets worse
When I come through, I spit voodoo and leave 'em cursed
Common logic
Sounds like some, some nice shit
It's a good farewell
Uh-huh, I suppose
Yeah
This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this
I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this
From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest
We the RattPack, in other words, the tribe that's next
It's been a long time and I ain't even in my prime
I remember many moons ago spittin' the realest lines
On the come-up, matter fact, it was long before that
Before I bought my first mic, before I could afford that
This is a letter to the underground, the place where I'm from
This is a letter to the fans that understand what I've done
And even though I gotta leave, man, don't none of y'all grieve
'Cause even in the mainstream, that lyricism I breathe
Some of y'all love my raw records, some of y'all don't
Some of y'all will love my radio shit, some of y'all won't
Just like my race, my music has always been yin and yang
Somethin' for everybody, no, not just one lane
And on the real, I'll never forget the day I got my deal
Full creative control and the money was unreal
Started from the bottom and got here 'cause of my skill
And I never set a goal that I didn't plan to fulfill
This the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this
I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this
From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest
We the RattPack, in other words, the tribe that's next
This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this
I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this
From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest
We the RattPack, in other words, the tribe that's next