Really Though

(Album: Iron Works - 2011)

Do you have the money?
Do you got the stuff?
Sure I have the stuff, but I don't have it right here with me now. I have it close by... no te apures
I don't have the money, either. I have it close by, too

Really though, milli blow, kick billy bow, gritty yo
Pretty ho, cars, crib and dough, here we go
The City know no video, plenty low
On any foe, let the semi show

Action-filled synopsis
The way we lie to cops straight-faced mobsters (I ain't do it)
If my guerrilla team was on the silver screen, we'd have won Oscars
My signature style unorthodox like Doctor's (here's your prescription)
I know I'm better than ever now but far from obnoxious (I'm aight, I'm aight)
We touch your heart, mark dark gutter proctors
Bring your number two oxes
And your massif
We wet it up mean, if step on scene with galoshes
Niggas better head underground like the ostrich
I'm in the hood patient leaning, y'all getting chased and screaming
I face my demons
Be coming in first place since I raced the semen
Don't plan the altar
Strong support system with me and my manz Volta
We rip stages down like 'Zilla and Mothra
I body tracks, bring in the chalker
Basketball, bikes, bus passes is the shit I fought for
You scared to leave school at three o'clock, throwing up with cramps
As I was mushing niggas at bus stops, throwing up my hands
I'm hard rock classic, no fears, heart pump acid
Start reaching for it, they saw it, niggas casp it
I clear the block without a shot, the aggressor
Just walked through, made a gesture
Nothing loud, nothing extra
I school each semester
I leave lessons for your professor
Waiting for Jay to start breeding
Empresses that take down wrestlers
We lock the spot down, my niggas at the exits
Ski mask, hallows a live nigga checklist
Trunk full of iron, just bought it from Texas
Stacks of imperial, took four days to scratch all the serials
D's got nothing, just hooded figures on the video

Really though, milli blow, kick billy bow, gritty yo
Pretty ho, cars, crib and dough, here we go
The City know no video, plenty low
On any foe, let the semi show

Made my road through empty, let the dark side tempt me
Now I do favors, no payments, just thank me (yo what up, man)
A simple good look, nothing lengthy
A quick jotted street list with hypnotic sequence from the MP
Niggas don't want drama, we bleed on beats
Blunt trauma, I see through punk rhymers (soft niggas)
Keep it flowing out, not one comma
My skill rubbed off, I was shining
Lefty when I get on, I'll come find her
I remember trips was skip the pick and nab
Thirty eight sticking out my pants
Case nigga from Seth look fronting and I'm licking at they manz
I taked up guns in my teens
Tanel showed me that trey pound with the beam (what up, 'Nel!)
My next one was clean
Used to dig hottest chicks was right in Queens
Them on the side 122nd on the stoop, tight in they jeans
Caught Uptown fever, bagged a diva
Treated the God like shit but it was hard to leave her (it's hard, pussy's good!)
I was young, had to learn it for a month in a rest
Like a hermit, Kev start wilding, "fuck is your problem?"
You glad she wasn't burning
I bounced back but scars showing, heart stone
Nothing but dick for these chicks, I left my heart home
My twenties was a flash, money schemes, getting ass
Each week I'm thanking the lord I ain't crash (thank you, lord)
I was sixth gear, for a link and a crisp pair
Knew I was lost but I couldn't see shit clear
My rhymes was my remedy, end a street enemy
Trying to assassinate hip hop plain view like Kennedy
That's why y'all need this, formed our embassy
Studio product, come from that street chemistry
It's pudo, can't lose, ten a key
It's pudo, can't lose, ten a key

Really though, milli blow, kick billy bow, gritty yo
Pretty ho, cars, crib and dough, here we go
The City know no video, plenty low
On any foe, let the semi show