Beyond Real (Clean)

[Intro]
Uh, yeah, check it
Welcome, yeah
To the next realm, the next level
Beatin' you in the head with a shovel
Yeah, got to comprehend
Check it out, one time

[Verse 1]
Who's the one that can't comprehend a verse?
That a man send like a cell phone when you hear the bell tone
Now let's go, let's go roam the streets get the cream from
Every single challenge that I meet, discretely
If you greet me, show and love reflect the same
Like a mirror what your heart is made of
The deal is to do niggas what niggas do to you
If they rob you, well, we ain't got to be criminal too
Original Crew make up yourself, every time
Any line in my rhyme, it's all a part of the crime
The place, now and here, where and how you gettin' done
You just a fraction of my talent gettin' burnt by the sun
When you come like an orgasm makin' mad noise
Talk a whole lot of shit like I'm supposed to lose my poise
Man, I'm way past real, I feel I'm at the next level
Lyrics so deep, I'm givin' backhands to the devil

[Chorus: Samples & Scratches]
I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau (You dig?)
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau (You dig?)
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau (You dig?)
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau (You dig?)
The smooth criminal

[Verse 2]
Now with no strain I maintain like Gorilla Super
Pushin' for a super evil type, ways like Lex Luthor
For the loot you gotta be 'cause flattery will get you nowhere
Tear ghost tears in my eyes and you will see that there'll be no fear
Of any individual made of flesh and blood
Check the flood of lyrics from the Kriminul
Original shit, that's what the Jigs be about
See the route that we chose, keep these MC's on they motherfuckin' toes
Like a ballerina started in Medina Ground Heights
With some fight, main occupation roll a blunt's type
Filled with marijuana, boost that Dolce Gabbana
Sell the gear on the corner, make it hot like Tijuana
With lyrics that's harder and niggas try to get record deals
I reckon still a man with no arms will be able to feel
Raps I drop like tops on Mustang convertibles, unhurtable
Flows like these bound to murder you

[Chorus: Samples & Scratches]
I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau (You dig?)
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau (You dig?)
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau (You dig?)
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau
The smooth criminal on beat breaks

[Verse 3]
'Cause I don't give a fuck these days
The heatwave from the ghetto got me on the pressure
Back where she stays, in my Philly Box in my kitchen counter
For chocolate thai's mix in canna, fill in the pressed side of the header
Express the obvious that oblivious to me be these fake niggas in the industry
Man, I don't give a fuck about your keys of coke
Glocks that you claim you tote
Lyrics that you said you wrote or even if you slit your throat
What I'm sayin' is nowadays nothin' matters
My intellect's above your head, you couldn't reach with Jacob's ladder
You say it's real son, I'm sayin' it's beyond that
I'm on track regardless of the fact no record contract
Contact with the fraudulent, I keep it at a minimum
Roberta Flack with my raps, softly I'll be killin' 'em
Fillin' 'em like cavities, the baddest man is me
Droppin' hits like heroine in your arteries

[Chorus: Samples & Scratches]
I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau (You dig?)
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau (You dig?)
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau (You dig?)
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau (You dig?)
The smooth criminal on beat breaks