Some say I'm too deep, I'm in too deep to sleep
Through me, Muhammed will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes

Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs and spit old raps with young cats
With cigarettes in their ear, niggerish they appear
Under the Fubu is a guru, that's untapped
Want to be in the rap race but ain't ran one lap
Ran so far from the streets that you can't come back
You tripping with nowhere to unpack, forgot that

This is rap for real, don't you feel
And you know, yes you know
This is rap for real, don't you feel
And you know, yes you know
This is rap for real, don't you feel
Hey, hey
This is rap for real
And you know, yes you know
This is rap for the black people

In front of two-inch glass and Arabs I order fries
Inspiration when I write, I see my daughter's eyes
I'm the truth, across the table from corporate lies
Immortalized by the realness I bring to it
If revolution had a movie I'd be theme music
My music, you either fight, fuck, or dream to it
My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme through it
Through my shell, never knew what the divine would bring to it

I'd be lying if I said I didn't want millions
More than money saved, I wanna save children
Dealing with alcoholism and afrocentricity
A complex man drawn off of simplicity
Reality is frisking me this industry will make you lose intensity
The Common Sense in me remembers the basement
I'm Morpheus in this hip-hop Matrix, exposing fake shit

And you know, yes you know
This is rap for real, don't you feel
And you know, yes you know
This is rap for the black people
Hey, hey
This is rap, this is rap for real
And you know, yes you know
This is rap for real

Someday's I take the L to gel with the real world
Got on at 87th, stopped by this little girl
She recited raps, I forgot where they was from
In 'em, she was saying how she made brothers come
I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected
How many dead folks this art resurrected?
How many nations this culture connected?
Who am I to judge one's perspective?

Though some of that shit y'all pop true it, I ain't relating
If I don't like it, I don't like it, that don't mean that I'm hating
I just want to innovate and stimulate minds
Travel the world and penetrate the times
Escape through rhythms in search of peace and wisdom
Raps are smoke signals letting the streets know I'm with 'em
For now I appreciate this moment in time
Ball players and actors be knowing my rhymes, it's like

And you know, yes you know
This is rap for real, don't you feel
And you know, yes you know
This is rap for real, don't you feel
Hey, hey
This is rap, this is rap for real
And you know, yes you know
This is rap for the black people
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