ฟังเพลงCan This Be Real (Remix|Explicit)

Yeah you what's up king tee's in the muthaf**kin' house

Got my homeboy young floyd in the house

J-Ro's in the house

But yo

Now here's something everybody can relate to

I know you hate to but I feel great to

Be the man to shake you awake you and make you

Stop sleeping and I do what it takes to

Bring a screeching halt to the snoozing

First listen to the jam before you start choosing

And refusing saying you can't hack it

You never even bothered to take it out the jacket

Put it on the turntable have a listen

Then if it's wack start dissing

Now I understand why you're dissing my cut

So I spit in my foot and stick my fist up your butt

'Cause you have no business really in this

And I have no time for that diss diss

I shoot a rhyme at you like I'm shooting to kill

And you can do is ask yourself

(Can this be real)

(Can this be real)

Now this song I dedicate it to the sleepers

Nothing real hard just a little teaser

For those who told those that the king tee was done with

No not quite yo pooh pump it

Suckers don't front I know it's me you admire

I take your girl set her soul on fire

I use the mic like a gun and my rhymes like ammo

I go Tyson while others go rambo

Pooh puts are warned break north while you can bub

Give up rapping join my fanclub

I'm the rap reverend hip hop evangelist

Yo I can handle this pass me the cannabis

I can handle this pass me the cannabis

Pro rap artist and my rhymes are kinda raunchy

Start with something smooth end with something punchy

See I can rock funk rock reggae or salsa

Heavy metal or some soul disco at the casa

Just to the point of a vinyl convention

Tee does the rapping e does the mixing

So if you're still sleeping yo that's ill

But when you're awake what's your question

(Tell me can this be real)

Let me see if I can bust this one off

Right here one take

As I resume with my rhymes or should I say continue

You got the nerve to try to pretend you

Don't like what I'm doing or saying so far

But usually when I'm done you're satisfied of course

I don't front or fake don't base or sniff

Don't rob or steal or shoot dice and pimp

'Cause I love to hang out with my posse and chill

You might think I'm a thug so think what you will

I got a girl with a curl and a hommie named Sonny

Never smoked crack 'cause the sh*t smelled funny

King tee my alter ego there's not to be a sequel

Suckers try to diss me when I entertain the people

Hey I'm a murderer your girl I'm serving her

You feel like beefing hah the nerve of ya

I hit you so hard it make your mother feel dizzy

Back up punk the King came to get busy

(Tell me can this be real)

(Tell me can this be real)

(Tell me can this be real) oh

(Tell me can this be real)

(Tell me can this be real)

Oh (tell me can this be real)

(Tell me can this be real)

Hi (tell me can this be real)