What's Real - Talib Kweli

What’s real?

Do you know?

What’s real?

Let me show ya

I’mma start this story, my influence so enormous

Got that shit you love to sing along with

Like every line is the chorus

I’m born in Brooklyn like Biggie

I’m born in Brooklyn like Jordan

I’m born in Brooklyn like Tyson

You don’t live this, you just a tourist

We ride or die for them corners

Fuck your private life they spy on us

When they catch us man it’s like practice

For the new taxes that they try on us

Them cops are lining them coffers

Why we get shot we lying in coffins

They want my demise cause when I arrive they stop for lines so often

Nigga just stop, you might as well forfeit

We like Shia LaBeouf so lawless

Still recognize real, still recognize real

Like the car I’m driving you foreign

My diamond cut so flawless

No not Jews I’m talking bout bitch

So if they after me like I’m Lauryn

I tell the feds that I’m moorish

We walking, all the girls is talking

Generally they butt fucking naked just like the Book of Mormon

We see the trees for them forest

My name ring them bells like a doorman

Y’all niggas game is so corny

That’s why you grill them hoes just like Forman, boring

Paper chasing we on that grind

Reputation on the line

Crazy, borderline — pay me, on time

Crazy, borderline — pay me, on time

Crazy, borderline — pay me, on time

Explore and discover what most fear

I will never wait til the brush clear

Swear I will never get stuck here

America, fuck yea

Measure my career in dog years

My passport got them dog ears

I set sail, travelling the world like Jesus was doing in his lost years

I might give you the pill like Morpheus

I’m like the P.E.

logo in the cross hairs

Standing out cause there’s nothing but whores here

Pimps rock crocodile like false tears

Bring it on through your force field

I’ll be giving you nothing but the raw deal

What I say on display is the purest skill

I’ll be giving y’all niggas what’s more real

What’s more real, what’s more real?

I got chicks fighting like floor sales

You gossiping bloggers all fail

Look at the yardstick measuring your tall tales

And you on all fours you small scale

All in between the legs like a dog’s tail

You are what you eat, you don’t want no beef

You completely vegan like all kale