Talib Kweli - Real Life Lyrics
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    Real Life

    [Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
    2002, that was a good year
    [?] make the hood clear
    You keep fronting, while my rhymes stay sharpper than barber shop [?] keep streets buzzin
    I'm always cutting something, [?]
    [?] nothing is real
    These rappers complain bout how they stuck in they deal
    Ain't no excuse if they not giving the people something to feel
    People [?] these rappers is faking
    [?] what you niggas waiting for? The DJ
    [?]
    [?] opening [?] bottles [?]
    Kweli and 40, [?]
    You stand up and clap, or do you sit in your seat?
    I'm a revelutionary, hustler, you just a costumer
    You looking for fame, [?]
    [?] you lame, [?] nobody give a fuck what you say
    You scared to come outside, but your girl like to be fucked in the rain
    It ain't the chain, it ain't the truck, it's the game
    [?] they say Kweli coming through
    These other niggas hot for a second, they respect what I do
    In the party we can get it twisted too, don't make me hve to get it
    You better shake your ass, and watch yourself, like your name was Mystical

    [Chorus: Talib Kweli & E-40]
    Kweli and 40 did a song together
    In real life
    All my goons, we strong together
    That's real talk
    You see the game and the way that I walk
    From the Bay all the way to New York
    40 and Kweli did a song together
    In real life
    All my hustlers stay strong together
    That's real talk
    You hear the slang and the spit that I talk
    From the Yay all the way to New York

    [Verse 2: E-40]
    Gitty up gitty up, watch me turn [?] plenty of bread
    Some of the things that I be talking bout be going over they heads
    Back in the game like [?]
    [?] get more pages than Harry Potter's [?]
    [?] in the trunk
    Snake talking, knock it raw without even throwing a punch
    I get all sprung like a slinky spring easily
    I do my thing, it's game involved [?] previously
    Swing my way, Imma say this [?]
    [?] a song that was written by Smokey Robinson
    Something just to keep your head bobbling, till I'm done
    Sick with it, skip to my lu, like M 1
    I ain't even trippin off the [?] economy
    Man I'm in the realest place [?]
    [?] that's my sign
    When I'm dead and gone, ya'll gonna say that boy was ahead of his time
    All the time intoxicated, writing a riddle
    It's [?] my scribbles

    [Chorus: Talib Kweli & E-40]
    Kweli and 40 did a song together
    In real life
    All my goons, we strong together
    That's real talk
    You see the game and the way that I walk
    From the Bay all the way to New York
    40 and Kweli did a song together
    In real life
    All my hustlers stay strong together
    That's real talk
    You hear the slang and the spit that I talk
    From the Yay all the way to New York

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