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letra de the real world - a-ezy

in the real world
there ain’t no reality bullsh-t for real
hands up if you feel?

i’m in this rap game like b-lls of steel

i’m living in the real world
this ain’t a game of snooker
whose gonna pop up?
and whose gonna shoot ya?
you talk about being gangsta
you’re a w-nker
i’m not as hard as any old prankster
this is simply banta
but i can see how sh-t can turn real
if people call out your name
like a dodgy present from santa
my mantra
going to be deflect all advances
i’m the man with all the answers
flow medical cancer
never been a prancer
take a risk
and mitigate
the riskier random acts of kindness
blindness
turned sour now your highness
royal timeliness
always timeless
i cant find us, take a pick
to strict for the rich
percussive and sl!ck
sh-ts just lipped
i’ll give you tip
if your cutting me down to size
then i must be the sh-t
fat like a blimp, once was
and got back into the gym quick
my little nephew
called me pretty much a fat pr-ck
now get it into ya quick
sorry if i’m repeating my rhyming words
but my story comes first
spit
straight on my d-ck, that’s p-rno sh-t
come on boys and girls just f-cken lift
this is gangsta wit

a shift in form
how long can we be in the real world
with this sort of form
reality scorned, seems like p-rn
but really just war
c’mon open up
i ask all of you to pause
what’s the cause?
this is life
and we gotta grab the bull by the h-rns

people want to be b-tching
d-ck kissing
styles all wisdom
my inner self a f-cken piston
pure motivation now listen
every single word glistens
poetry how it should be written
my new sh-t ain’t ever bitten
sometimes lisping
because the words
are so hard to roll off the tongue
your salivating while i’m l!cking
i got big dreams
i may as well dream big
because if they fail
i know i’ll lean
towards my everlasting scene
go hard
or go nowhere in between
i’m freed
please, talking on me must cease
or take a photo and i’ll say cheese
in the lead, me
do i need to drill it into your head again
leave
i’ll give you a gap, to trap
the flows that i attack
no promise no purpose
and this isn’t rap
this is gang wars and i’m the bank
back to back
if you want to flow with me then rap
spit and spat whip and crack
how about you have that?
i’m producing sh-t now
i’m thankful for that
everlasting
i’m ever mastering
music is my lasting
i ain’t going nowhere
the story is never ending
its the past of me
cmon now
i’m just responsible partly

people living how they want to
but the government running this world
i suppose you, suppose it’s true
suppose how i want too
corny little lines, that shine
time after time
i’ve said that now 3 times, fine
i’m coming to break the bank
you can thank
me, later once i’ve got the cash
make a splash
like donald duck in his mega tank
smoked some hash, primo stash
copped a whack
never been slack
tippy toe round a tac
it’s all in the tack
looking for my shack
this ain’t poetry or rap
this is talking thanks
while the government talks tanks
why are we at war, it doesn’t make sense
dense, politics is bent
level it up and lend?
level, end, a levelling end
c’mon we’re all friends
no time to pretend, nor no pretence
gents, females and transgender elegance
h-lla friends
i send or used to send
love letters to a special lady friend
she was probably my first love
i can remember
went cold hard in december
i forever remember
no names lost
i sos
i’m the sender

- a ezy

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