Shit’s Real

[Intro]
You know what I'm sayin', represent for the fam
From crazy-ass Queens, you know what I'm sayin'
One time for your mind
Check it out, yeah
For those that don't know the way I flow, my name is fucking Mic Geronimo, you know what I'm sayin'?
Big shouts to my whole fam, You know what I'm sayin, I'm representing, y'all know who you is
And we about to spark this, you know what I'm saying
Yeah, check it out, check-check it out

[Verse 1]
Another day of stepping through the belly of the beast
I leave the compound and make my way to my stomping ground
I'm just about broke to the letter
It can't get any worse, shit can only get better
My burner lampin' by my waistline, Geronimo will be fine
When niggas got my back and undivine
So now I unwind and keep my focus on my schedule
It's critical for me to run a scan on my plans
I keep steppin, and on the DL I'll be well
And as the gospel chicks will get a call when it's possible
I make a red bone a dead bone
After my bed bone, I'll leave her ass sewn from my tone
And then I bounce and jet, my family, jump in the ride
And see what's going down on the other side of town!
It's all about loungin' and keepin' shit together
No matter the weather you find me out doin' whateva
And when the sun fall, word to Mal, we're on the move
So nobody can bust up the mothafuckin' groove
It's ill enough to catch the fingertip feel
Check the rhyme paragraph, because my shit is real!

[Hook]
Shit real, now you know the dealin' gets realer
Uh, shit's real, yeah, you know shit's real
Uh, shit's real, yeah, you know shit's real
I smoke a 20 bag of Buddha then I'm ready to peel!
Shit real, now you know the dealin' gets realer
Uh, shit's real, yeah, you know shit's real
Uh, shit's real, yeah, you know shit's real
Get a taste for my feel I freak mics like sex appeal!

[Verse 2]
It's healin' up, to hit your grillin' up
Like catch a nightstick mix to your brain when you're handcuffed
For every episode I unfold
There'd be another sick story, and my mind will be told
And every time I take flight in the midnight
The police be searchin' for a nigga wit tha killa mouthpiece
Since my first birthday, I've been in
With more tricks than a tramp, locked in a sleep away camp
And any herb with a boot throw a verb to get kicked to the curb
And get thrown off the bridge called the Williamsburg
All your pipe dreams are hopes, are burned up like choke smoke
And in a simple sec I push a Tec to your neck
So leave me alone and get thrown
I'll be your line for more taps than the Feds buggin' telephones
Flippin' niggas and leavin' them sleepin' in the chalk straight
DTs be bummed so by a microphone scarface
I'm beyond that nigga in the front we frontin' niggas
Slugs and this monk from a rhyme toting gun thug
I keep my form in the storm of a raw deal
And give you a torn feel, because my shit is real

[Hook]
Shit real, now you know the dealin' gets realer
Uh, shit's real, yeah, you know shit's real
Uh, shit's real, yeah, you know shit's real
Throw a clip from my hip to start bustin' off steel!
Stay close when I stride em up
I tear your ass off the frame where ya hide, and I
I grab bitches by stacks and stacks and I
You catch a lick in the back from my baseball bat!

[Verse 3: Mic Geronimo]
I take the time of my last words to rhyme to say peace
To all the members of my fam doin' jail time
Makin' your brain cells swell
When niggas couldn't rhyme, ayo I grab the bag of Rothwell
Rip you out your frame when I'm memorize your name
Niggas will never be the same, cuz I'm bad in the game
Uh, I tote mics in daylight chalk with steel
And now you know the deal, because my shit is real

[Hook]
Shit's real, now you know the dealin' gets realer
Uh, shit's real, yeah, you know shit's real
Uh, shit's real, yeah, you know shit's real
I keep a mad fat flow on the real, the real!
Shit real, now you know the dealin' gets realer
Uh, shit's real, yeah, you know shit's real
Uh, shit's real, yeah, you know shit's real
Shit's getting realer cos my shit is real!