Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's All Real, artist - Pitch Black. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It's All Real |
| 1970, I was sent through a heavenly |
| Spirit and I’ve been dead-e-ly |
| As far back as my memory |
| Can record the power of God was sent to me |
| They gon have to mention me among the best eventually |
| Pitch Black’s the group of the century |
| I ain’t tryin to see death, disease or the penitentiary |
| When the smoke screens fade, the charade’s played |
| Nothing remains but the foundation we layed is real |
| Destroy and build, my feelings kill or be killed |
| Play around, we spraying rounds, I lay you down |
| No doubt, you don’t know what it’s about |
| You think you spitting game but the game spit you out |
| So you ain’t innovating you’re regurgitating |
| Poisonous thoughts, doing dirty work for Satan |
| I leave you so scarred, your corpse rock hard |
| Your arms are too short to box with God |
| And it’s all real |
| Weed grammar, coke manners, dope slander, hold hammers |
| Don’t provoke the hand that’ll choke your man up yo |
| Grinding for hours cause hope is for cowards |
| Trying to make more dough than flour |
| Foes notice the power |
| Competition and opposition get knocked out of position |
| We living like we ain’t got a pot to piss in |
| 'Nuff flows to touch souls |
| Too tough to fold, too hot to hold, stop, pop, and go |
| This our pie to go, our time to roll |
| Out of the cold, into our zone, leave us alone, yo |
| The difference between winning and losing is picking and choosing |
| Your enemies, your friends to be, and who your crew is |
| Let’s get it together no matter the weather |
| Fuck haters nothing can break us as long as we makin this chedder |
| We ballin' like Lakers, we movers and shakers |
| No one can do it how we do it, showing and proving |
| My crew’s the greatest |
| Hey yo, with every step I take I move to build |
| I’m a quarter through life and I’ve yet to fullfill my will |
| Sometimes I feel like I’m my own worst enemy |
| I make things harder when it’s really elementary |
| I’ve got soul in my heart and dirt on my hands |
| 'Dro in my pants, love for my mans and love for these grams |
| Got fam to feed and laws to lay |
| Guns to spray, blocks of hate, and workers to pay |
| Dog I never burn a bridge unless I never wanna cross it |
| I’m really a cool nigga so these hands don’t force 'em |
| I love this rap shit just bend the tracks I’m awesome |
| Love to toss bitches and fantasize of foursomes |
| I say what I mean, and mean what I say |
| Fast and D.G., repping for B. K |
| We do this the Pitch Black way |
| Today’s the tomorrow that you should’ve feared yesterday |
| And it’s *all real* |