What’s the Deal? (Xplicit)

Kwite Def - “What’s the Deal?”
[Emcee(s): Kwite Def (AKA Kamackeris)]
[Producer(s): GM Web D (AKA X-Ray Da Mindbenda)]
[Sample (Drums): Little Richard - “The Rill Thing”]

[Verse 1: Kwite Def (AKA Kamackeris)]
We do
Whatever, however we gotta be clever, more
Better to get the cheddar, then bounce to a new endeavor
I keep my whole crew clean and we be fiending
On the next way to put the dick in a demon
I ain’t dreaming, you know the real meaning
Any sucker with his mouth filled with semen
See, many speak, but only few back up their
Speeches. I’m in the real, surrounded by the leeches
The Beast increases, the president impeaches
His own type, then we don’t want to be right. We got
Freedom to talk, freedom to walk, but I don’t really
See nothing free in New York. You only
Get one gift and that’s your life. Some niggas living
Long, other niggas living trife, aight?!?
Where I come from, we got niggas on the run, scram-
-bling [?] getting cream gambling
So fuck your local casino in Reno. We got
Cee-lo with the high-rolling niggas rocking D-Lo
This where you want to be, yo—it ain’t the pen, my friend
[?] with my gentlemen

[Hook: Kwite Def (AKA Kamackeris)]
So what’s
The deal on the real-a-real? And how you feel when
You’re packing raw steel? Does it make you get ill?
Does it get you amped? Does it get the crazed charged?
We’re all in this together, it’s time to get large

[Verse 2: Kwite Def (AKA Kamackeris)]
My head is twisted, getting twisted, spinning, life’s a noogie
I’m here for the Bang—can you hang to Bang Boogie?
Niggas looking at me funny at the tour, though
You know I’m gonna score—why you acting immature?
Especially when you got stacks, you’re slipping through the cracks
I’m bringing facts, you faking jacks. Come on
Papi, you ain’t never gonna stop me, so why knock me?
Bring my own lyrics, bless my own disk jockey
And push it up into your face so you could see it clear
This nigga K is only here to persevere. Oh
My dear, oh my Lord, goodness gracious
They’re burning up the churches, but they’re claiming they ain’t racist
Consider everything we’ve been through: we’ve been
Stripped, we’ve been whipped, we’ve been tricked, pinched, and lynched too
You can’t tell me they ain’t getting over, but you
Got to pay the price when you disrespect Jehovah

[Hook: Kwite Def (AKA Kamackeris)]
So what’s the deal on the real-a-real? And how
You feel when you’re packing raw steel? Does it get
You ill? Does it get you amped, keep the crazed charged?
We’re all in this together, it’s time to get large

[Bridge: Kwite Def (AKA Kamackeris)]
The bigger they come, the harder they fall
The bigger they come, the harder they fall
The bigger they come, the harder they fall
The bigger they come...

[Verse 3: Kwite Def (AKA Kamackeris)]
I be-
-lieve that I come with mad range
Hip hop is in the house, it ain’t gonna change
I don’t give a fuck what you crackers try to do
I get like shorty and turn my back on you, boo
I’m just a lord of discipline with all the
Conditioning to come out front-pole-positioning
Ill on the track—my peeps love that—and even if
You’re doubly, you’ll never be above me, emcee
I got a crew much bigger than you
And if you’re busting caps, that’s the nigga in you, but you
The type who be fronting when your fam ain’t found
But when they come around, then you want to get down
Talking all that with your format. You ain’t no
Comp’. Bullshitters get stomped—money, bring it
I sip Amaretto to make the lyrics wetter
My niggas know better, we’re in it for the cheddar
Hip hop is the tool, and you don’t be the fool. When you
Drop your next jewel, then you move, but, right now
I’ma take it back to self-respecting
Brothers out, organizing cream-collecting

[Hook: Kwite Def (AKA Kamackeris)]
So what’s the deal, kid? What’s the real, son?
So what’s the deal, kid? What’s the real, son?
So what’s the deal, kid? What’s the real, son?
We’re just dropping them tons