STAY REAL

chorus:	        You gotta stay real
		Or else you're kind of ill
		I ain't no gang banger
		Studio gangster
		You gotta stay real
		Or else you're kind of ill	`		X2

I could be hard core
But that's a damn bore
I could bust the mic
And be like:
What do you wanna do
It's time for me to use my tools
And make fools
Drool
As they see me
Pull out my uzi
And shoot the 
Punk motherfucker so fast
I'm like Flash
When I blast
That ass
And I bash
The fool's skull in
As I put my dick in
His woman
And then
Go out and do it again
To someone else who thinks he's my friend
Commitin'
Mass sins
Torturin'
Mass fools, never lettin'
'em
Breath again
When
I pull out my AK
You better stay
The fuck away
Cause I don't play
Fool
So what do you wanna do
With this player who's 
Too
Cool
You'll
Wish you were never born
When I start to scorn
So be warned
That I got mass murdering friends
To help me get my ends
So I can spend
The money that I steal
Cause I feel
No sorrow or remorse
For the house that I torch
Cause I come hard core
There will be no more
Easiness
Just sleasiness
Cause I'm the best 
In the midwest
Kicking this
Shit
Then sucking on your girl's tits
That's right, stealing your bitch
I can pull out my semi-automatic
And get tragic
On that ass if
I get bored
I explore
New methods of torture
For your
Ass to suffer
Cause death is too good for
You
You wanna duel
I can't be stopped
When I got my glock
And bust a shot
So tick-tock
Goes the clock
When your times over
I'm gonna show you
New methods of insanity
If you step to me
It's kill 
Or be killed
So I'm'a get ill
And spill
The blood out your brains
I told you I was insane
So I bring pain
To your membrane
And make it plain
To see
That you shouldn't fuck with me
You don't want to see me
Get mad
Cause then you get had
And it's sad
How bad
Your body's been destroyed
As I deploy
A couple missiles
Then I whistle
As I watch them explode
And corrode
Every inch of your body
As I laugh at the smokie
That try's to bust my ass
Cause I've surpassed
His lawful status
Had this
Fool cop
Tried to stop
Me from busting a shot 
From my glock
Then he knows he would have died
Many have tried
To stop this flow
But they don't know
Even how to slow
Me down on this show
Uh-oh
The best of the best still can't go 
Toe to toe
With the one you're looking at
And listening to as I rap
it's like that
Matter of fact
It's kind of whacked
When you get jacked
So stay back
Cause I give you no slack
When I cause a heart attact
Cause you lack
The skills to fight back
I'm the fucking MAC
And I'm stacked
What crimes on tap
After the murder of that
Punk who tried to stab me in the back
It's time to be fatal
And play all
Y'all
For fools
Taking you to rap school
I get rhymes like threads off a spool
I'm the mastermind
And it's time
That you learn
That I burn
Suckers for a living
Taking
Shit
But ain't giving
Shit
It's
Just too easy
For me to be the
Man with the plan
And let people understand
That I can
Do whatever I want
And pull any stunt
On anyone
Who wants
To try
Don't ask why
I'm this way
Just get on your knees and pray
That I don't take your life away
But anyway
My lifestyle ain't really like that
So to rap
About that
Would be kind of whacked
That's why I'm gonna stay real
And just chill

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