Omega 3 Remix

[Verse 1: E L U C I D]
Have you ever asked a redneck how his sister taste?
I just got called a nigga and that really made my fucking day
I smile for a second, ask the aforementioned question
First time when I was six alone in my daddy’s green cutlas
Wouldn’t say corrupted, barely knew what it meant
Honestly just an old white man walking past
I’m far from rockaway
Yeah I’m over and seen some of the glory shit for real
Still make you wanna reach through this phone
Today and choke you, bitch
On the surface I'm chill, you pushing dead buttons
I know this peckerwood is head hunting
Oh, you said something? Hey whatchu call me?
Rather: what I respond to?
Maybe that was all in Malcom and Marcus
Like nah dude, 2011 I’m a nigga 24/7
Even if I refuse to eat watermelon and fried chicken
In front of blue and green eyes, save me a thigh
[?]

[Chorus]
This is for the real, this is for the real
This is for the real, this is for the real

[Verse 2: billy woods]
Straight up told him, save that black power rhetoric
And uplifting speech, I need something I can eat
Either that or a .22, bag of that goo, you know how I do
Blacks stealing the hour on layoffs my dude, don’t get it confused
Like Eldridge Cleaver, soul on ice balls deep in white pussy
Still cuts like a knife when he out juxing
Nowadays don’t even ask if the devil could fool a Muslim
Far as I’m concerned give me Johnny Cash or Folsom
Best of fulcrum, the restless spins everyday
I eagerly check via next letter from the bing
When the part opening my heart sinks
Everyday you in there is another victory for the pigs
Long pink faces, narrow black eyes
But experience taught me they can take any guys
And expediency will keep the innocent inside
While I’m out here doing whatever
Does that make me lucky, or clever, or stupider than most?
I put another letter in the post, signed, sealed and delivered
The way this shit here works, they don’t need to call you nigga

[Chorus: E L U C I D]
This is for the real, this is for the real
This is for the real, this is for the real

[Verse 3]
She probably could’ve looked me in the eyes
And fixed her mouth to call me out my name
See if I fall to the villa line, I’ll be a nigga just the same
The difference is I define just what it is and what it ain’t
It’s probably something you will never understand
From a revolutionary mind a free thinking black man
Atypical in his opinions, I’m only speaking for self
Though some share my experience [?]
Trigger pulling, come and bite the bullets
No power in the world unless you will it
History ‘pressive but I’m far removed
Twenty-first century translation, now don’t [?]
Had to give it up smooth, in this new day, new age
New way, my waves been changed, my heart remain the same
A little murder just to make me sane again

[Chorus]
This is for the real, this is for the real
This is for the real, this is for the real