Real MCs

[Intro]
I got love for the Real MCs (Yeah)
I got love for the Real MCs

[Verse 1]
Just sitting in my room on the fourth of July
Writing this song while looking at the sky
Chilling, writing some villainous lyrics
Concentrating deeply, he be with no interference
So he writes some spits some off of the dome
In my home recording ignoring my phone
Take after take till I get it exceptional
So people can feel me, from here to Mexico
All the way to Australia and up in Canada
So y'all can see i'm not, a misluck and amateur
Kinda rugged, I don't show it on camera
Every since i started this, i've always been a fan of an
MC, who can make me just start bumpin'
Eating lunch in my bed room while the beats thumpin'
Vibin' to this dope music while i'm munchin'
On this food, woo-hoo, hear my food crunchin'

[Hook]
I got love for the Real MCs x3

Listen

[Verse 2]
When I hear an MC, spitting all that dope stuff
Makes me hop on my computer the second I woke up
And play through songs, in my room for too long
Till I start seeing lyrics, on the clear blue wall
Then I get inspired to spit, my own fire i'm quick
And my desires to flip, this whole entire game and spit
With my own unique style
When I was in high school I was called a geek now
Look at where i'm at now, sight is clear i'm here now
Rapping on my own tracks, and continuously state facts
And keep making great raps
Till the screen fades black

[Outro]
I got love for the Real MCs x2