You Ain't Real Lyrics
| Song | You Ain't Real |
| Artist | Ultramagnetic MC's |
| Album | Funk Your Head Up |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [moe luv scratches an n.w.a. sample (originally curtis mayfield?) | |
| Saying the word "niggaz" over and over] | |
| Brothers wanna know, what's goin on about the 4-1-1 | |
| On the group, and so on and so forth | |
| So what you talk for, you know what i came for: | |
| A motherfuckin ground war! | |
| Talkin that same old style | |
| Same old song, same old thang | |
| Sweatin yourself, you're gettin busy yo | |
| Huh, but you still can't hang | |
| I'd rather rip, and still the flip trip | |
| On the mic grip and hit, and then trip | |
| Into i never ever miss.. yo | |
| You still ain't shit | |
| Thinkin you're all that, you've got | |
| The rep and props but you still can't rap | |
| Wanna talk about a wannabe, never gonna be | |
| Ever gonna be, who's gonna see | |
| Come near here, come here child yeah | |
| I got flavor, style -- compare | |
| [moe luv cuts: "hold the beat, stop the beat, drop the beat"] | |
| Yo, you can't compete | |
| You wanna steal my voice, steal our sound | |
| Steal my beats, you wanna fuck around | |
| I don't play son, shorts do i take none | |
| You need help better call 9-1-1 | |
| Or the beatles, or susannah | |
| Drink you up like a cup of tropicana | |
| Juice, i got more, flowin like a river | |
| Yeah, style's what i give ya | |
| Shakin em, keep fakin em, make make makin em | |
| Takin em, bakin em, no mistaken em | |
| Dope, hyper, raw def mc | |
| Wanna talk about a man, yo who is he | |
| Or she, you got nerve to even talk that | |
| What about that, yeah, what's up with that | |
| Rumor talkin, we can't make a hit | |
| We've been makin hits while you've been suckin dicks | |
| Around the town, lookin for a hardcore deal | |
| Yeah - you ain't real! | |
| "niggaz" yeah, you ain't real! | |
| "niggaz" yeah -- you ain't real! | |
| "niggaz" you ain't real! | |
| "niggaz" yeah -- you ain't real! | |
| "niggaz" who are you? you ain't real! | |
| "niggaz" yeah, you you ain't real! | |
| "niggaz" man.. | |
| "niggaz" .. get out my face!!! | |
| [kool keith] | |
| Yeah, motherfuckers wanna blast | |
| I keep rhymes in store for they ass | |
| They ain't got the style to kick no shit | |
| I bust rhymes and heat and just blow shit | |
| Out, let me ask one question | |
| You think i fell off? well come test then | |
| You ain't the man to stop the big x | |
| Fuck around become ?? ?? next | |
| Yes -- shit is gettin wild | |
| Very wild, slick and much wild | |
| But watch when i come with the rhythm x shit | |
| Then after that, motherfuckers wanna quit | |
| Whether or not, you like it or not, you're wack it's true | |
| Your whole crew sound doo doo | |
| I keep tissue to wipe the first face | |
| I'm like a team that stays in first place | |
| Winnin, like the motherfuckin giants | |
| You got rhymes to kick? then drop science | |
| Math, english, fuck it i said it | |
| Yo ced, come and grab the mic | |
| [ced gee] | |
| Yo let's begin with a phrase that's quite hype | |
| I'll control with soul gee get right | |
| Into the mix like a dj spinnin on | |
| The crowd is buggin, rememberin "bring it on" | |
| The phrase that stand to all that wanna try | |
| To step to the gee get roast and i wonder why | |
| Hmmm, like arsenio hall said, i think | |
| You rhyme like butter you're soft and you're quite stink | |
| Tryin to perpetrate, sayin you're hard right | |
| You hit money grip you're fake like a bad night-mare | |
| With freddie, you know you're not ready | |
| You sound immature, like a amateur petty | |
| Yeah (you ain't ready) | |
| To step on the stage, get hit with the rhyme jab | |
| Just like the flintstones, i'll break like bam bam | |
| Bam! bam! bam! bam! bam! -- i'm smoke ya | |
| You slept on the gee, better yet, true ultra | |
| But now we're back and, mc's we're slappin | |
| We're givin no slack and, because you're wack and | |
| Yeah.. you ain't real! | |
| "niggaz" yeah, you ain't real! | |
| "niggaz" yeah -- you ain't real! | |
| "niggaz" yeah, you ain't real! | |
| "niggaz" who are you? you ain't real! | |
| "niggaz" yeah, you you ain't real! | |
| "niggaz" man get out my face!!! |
| moe luv scratches an n. w. a. sample originally curtis mayfield? | |
| Saying the word " niggaz" over and over | |
| Brothers wanna know, what' s goin on about the 411 | |
| On the group, and so on and so forth | |
| So what you talk for, you know what i came for: | |
| A motherfuckin ground war! | |
| Talkin that same old style | |
| Same old song, same old thang | |
| Sweatin yourself, you' re gettin busy yo | |
| Huh, but you still can' t hang | |
| I' d rather rip, and still the flip trip | |
| On the mic grip and hit, and then trip | |
| Into i never ever miss.. yo | |
| You still ain' t shit | |
| Thinkin you' re all that, you' ve got | |
| The rep and props but you still can' t rap | |
| Wanna talk about a wannabe, never gonna be | |
| Ever gonna be, who' s gonna see | |
| Come near here, come here child yeah | |
| I got flavor, style compare | |
| moe luv cuts: " hold the beat, stop the beat, drop the beat" | |
| Yo, you can' t compete | |
| You wanna steal my voice, steal our sound | |
| Steal my beats, you wanna fuck around | |
| I don' t play son, shorts do i take none | |
| You need help better call 911 | |
| Or the beatles, or susannah | |
| Drink you up like a cup of tropicana | |
| Juice, i got more, flowin like a river | |
| Yeah, style' s what i give ya | |
| Shakin em, keep fakin em, make make makin em | |
| Takin em, bakin em, no mistaken em | |
| Dope, hyper, raw def mc | |
| Wanna talk about a man, yo who is he | |
| Or she, you got nerve to even talk that | |
| What about that, yeah, what' s up with that | |
| Rumor talkin, we can' t make a hit | |
| We' ve been makin hits while you' ve been suckin dicks | |
| Around the town, lookin for a hardcore deal | |
| Yeah you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" yeah, you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" yeah you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" yeah you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" who are you? you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" yeah, you you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" man.. | |
| " niggaz" .. get out my face!!! | |
| kool keith | |
| Yeah, motherfuckers wanna blast | |
| I keep rhymes in store for they ass | |
| They ain' t got the style to kick no shit | |
| I bust rhymes and heat and just blow shit | |
| Out, let me ask one question | |
| You think i fell off? well come test then | |
| You ain' t the man to stop the big x | |
| Fuck around become ?? ?? next | |
| Yes shit is gettin wild | |
| Very wild, slick and much wild | |
| But watch when i come with the rhythm x shit | |
| Then after that, motherfuckers wanna quit | |
| Whether or not, you like it or not, you' re wack it' s true | |
| Your whole crew sound doo doo | |
| I keep tissue to wipe the first face | |
| I' m like a team that stays in first place | |
| Winnin, like the motherfuckin giants | |
| You got rhymes to kick? then drop science | |
| Math, english, fuck it i said it | |
| Yo ced, come and grab the mic | |
| ced gee | |
| Yo let' s begin with a phrase that' s quite hype | |
| I' ll control with soul gee get right | |
| Into the mix like a dj spinnin on | |
| The crowd is buggin, rememberin " bring it on" | |
| The phrase that stand to all that wanna try | |
| To step to the gee get roast and i wonder why | |
| Hmmm, like arsenio hall said, i think | |
| You rhyme like butter you' re soft and you' re quite stink | |
| Tryin to perpetrate, sayin you' re hard right | |
| You hit money grip you' re fake like a bad nightmare | |
| With freddie, you know you' re not ready | |
| You sound immature, like a amateur petty | |
| Yeah you ain' t ready | |
| To step on the stage, get hit with the rhyme jab | |
| Just like the flintstones, i' ll break like bam bam | |
| Bam! bam! bam! bam! bam! i' m smoke ya | |
| You slept on the gee, better yet, true ultra | |
| But now we' re back and, mc' s we' re slappin | |
| We' re givin no slack and, because you' re wack and | |
| Yeah.. you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" yeah, you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" yeah you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" yeah, you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" who are you? you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" yeah, you you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" man get out my face!!! |
| moe luv scratches an n. w. a. sample originally curtis mayfield? | |
| Saying the word " niggaz" over and over | |
| Brothers wanna know, what' s goin on about the 411 | |
| On the group, and so on and so forth | |
| So what you talk for, you know what i came for: | |
| A motherfuckin ground war! | |
| Talkin that same old style | |
| Same old song, same old thang | |
| Sweatin yourself, you' re gettin busy yo | |
| Huh, but you still can' t hang | |
| I' d rather rip, and still the flip trip | |
| On the mic grip and hit, and then trip | |
| Into i never ever miss.. yo | |
| You still ain' t shit | |
| Thinkin you' re all that, you' ve got | |
| The rep and props but you still can' t rap | |
| Wanna talk about a wannabe, never gonna be | |
| Ever gonna be, who' s gonna see | |
| Come near here, come here child yeah | |
| I got flavor, style compare | |
| moe luv cuts: " hold the beat, stop the beat, drop the beat" | |
| Yo, you can' t compete | |
| You wanna steal my voice, steal our sound | |
| Steal my beats, you wanna fuck around | |
| I don' t play son, shorts do i take none | |
| You need help better call 911 | |
| Or the beatles, or susannah | |
| Drink you up like a cup of tropicana | |
| Juice, i got more, flowin like a river | |
| Yeah, style' s what i give ya | |
| Shakin em, keep fakin em, make make makin em | |
| Takin em, bakin em, no mistaken em | |
| Dope, hyper, raw def mc | |
| Wanna talk about a man, yo who is he | |
| Or she, you got nerve to even talk that | |
| What about that, yeah, what' s up with that | |
| Rumor talkin, we can' t make a hit | |
| We' ve been makin hits while you' ve been suckin dicks | |
| Around the town, lookin for a hardcore deal | |
| Yeah you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" yeah, you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" yeah you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" yeah you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" who are you? you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" yeah, you you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" man.. | |
| " niggaz" .. get out my face!!! | |
| kool keith | |
| Yeah, motherfuckers wanna blast | |
| I keep rhymes in store for they ass | |
| They ain' t got the style to kick no shit | |
| I bust rhymes and heat and just blow shit | |
| Out, let me ask one question | |
| You think i fell off? well come test then | |
| You ain' t the man to stop the big x | |
| Fuck around become ?? ?? next | |
| Yes shit is gettin wild | |
| Very wild, slick and much wild | |
| But watch when i come with the rhythm x shit | |
| Then after that, motherfuckers wanna quit | |
| Whether or not, you like it or not, you' re wack it' s true | |
| Your whole crew sound doo doo | |
| I keep tissue to wipe the first face | |
| I' m like a team that stays in first place | |
| Winnin, like the motherfuckin giants | |
| You got rhymes to kick? then drop science | |
| Math, english, fuck it i said it | |
| Yo ced, come and grab the mic | |
| ced gee | |
| Yo let' s begin with a phrase that' s quite hype | |
| I' ll control with soul gee get right | |
| Into the mix like a dj spinnin on | |
| The crowd is buggin, rememberin " bring it on" | |
| The phrase that stand to all that wanna try | |
| To step to the gee get roast and i wonder why | |
| Hmmm, like arsenio hall said, i think | |
| You rhyme like butter you' re soft and you' re quite stink | |
| Tryin to perpetrate, sayin you' re hard right | |
| You hit money grip you' re fake like a bad nightmare | |
| With freddie, you know you' re not ready | |
| You sound immature, like a amateur petty | |
| Yeah you ain' t ready | |
| To step on the stage, get hit with the rhyme jab | |
| Just like the flintstones, i' ll break like bam bam | |
| Bam! bam! bam! bam! bam! i' m smoke ya | |
| You slept on the gee, better yet, true ultra | |
| But now we' re back and, mc' s we' re slappin | |
| We' re givin no slack and, because you' re wack and | |
| Yeah.. you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" yeah, you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" yeah you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" yeah, you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" who are you? you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" yeah, you you ain' t real! | |
| " niggaz" man get out my face!!! |
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