How Real Is That
Album: Pick Your Poizon: Vol. 1
By: Jeff Venom
By: Jeff Venom
Duration
3:03
Genres
Description
This is a song I'm basically talking about how the face of Hip-Hop has changed so drastically and how much passion I still have for it. I love Hip Hop so much that with or without a contract I pour my whole life into the music. Also, the amount of respect I have for everybody no matter where they're from because everyone brings something different and creative to the genre.
Lyrics
Killer thoughts acquitted/ realer talk,I still walk,live it/ no one worry,no hung jury regards for prison/ pardon, don't get me started like a worn engine/ when its on I come off hard like I had a porn addiction/ in fact,its more religion involved than cross to christians/ how in the booth givin the truth,all sinnings are livin proof/ since my youth of alcohol and women/ y'all kiddin?/ the chipped tooth spittin kid's on a mission/ listen, I came from nothin but aimed for somethin/ never changed, so don't ever claim Jai was frontin'/ never banged and I don't claim no gang,/ but things changed in hip hop since B.I.G. and 'Pac were slain for nothin'/ tired of lames comin in the game fuckin it up,they buggin/ this is in my veins,no 'caine pumpin/ this shit's crazy,deranged, but I'm sane/ all the same I maintain/ buck 30 in the fast lane bumpin/ Chorus: Respect from my hood to ya neck of the woods.../ y'all better get it while the gettin is good/ the real feel what I feel, haters chill in the back/ I sign blood on the deal,now how real is that?!/ From start to finish,/ like transplants put my heart in this/ stamp that, I play my part and stay a star in it/ I'm the Jai layed at bars twisted/ blaze a cigar,maybe laced hard with the haze all in it/ thru trial and error, I bettered my lifestyle forever/ cause its now or never I vow to pile cheddar/ 'til J. Hughes is known, paid dues alone/ "trill to the death" engraved on my tombstone/ pour liquor for those of us dead and gone/ they don't quite get the picture, I direct this alone/ a Hughes brother few others view under society's menace/ go hard as O-Dawg on rhymes in each sentence/ if I said it I meant it, never bite my tongue/ unless I slide between thighs and find me some cunt/ mami try me, papi might be eyein some fun/ like you ridin me, stop lyin you dyin to cum/ chorus
