Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That Real, artist - Oddisee. Album song People Hear What They See, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.06.2012
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
That Real |
Before I knew what I was doing, I was trying to do something |
That’s the definition, listen, of a know-it-all young’n |
Hard headed, hardly headed, in directions I intended |
Where I ended wasn’t deaded, like no exit except the entrance |
Now I’m making my entrance as if I’m hopping the fences |
Thinking I’m being careful, but really I’m just an infant |
Adolescent at best, had a lesson at livin' |
Given to me the stress, inherited with the vision |
Wool over my eyes, blue, say is the sky |
Gray is the true color, but who sayeth the why? |
So do that make me pessimistic |
If I fill up my head with the best of this shit? |
Niggas say I’m cool, shorties say I’m their lipstick |
On the tip of their tongue is my lyrics they’re whisperin' |
Let’s make it apply, right place and the time |
Tight space and the vibe is right for lacing a rhyme |
Might say I’m in prime, light laced in the lime |
Bittersweet is the beat and together taste is divine |
Lemonade in my shine, dimmer shade in the blind |
Spots in my mirror, forward never rewind |
Plot’s vividly clearer, not saying that I’m |
Knowing just what I’m doin', but got faith in my grind |
So stop, haters, you’re lying, if you say that you can get it how I get it |
Swab test; |
you failed, can’t spit it how I spit it |
One of these days, baby, I hope to be |
Whatever they be is all that I hope to be |
One of these days, baby, I hope to be |
They’re saying «oh, bring that real shit, something you can feel shit» |
Numb to that dumb it down spun overkill shit |
Run over hills shit, dated like the fifth wheel |
Hate it when they made it but they praise it just to get deals |
Me, never that, Man: that’s never happening |
See, I be rapping for that feeling I got back when |
I was riding on a big wheel |
When friends owing me a dollar was a big deal |
Sunday night, grandmama would cook a big meal |
Meaning that I do it for the innocence in it, still |
And if I’m naive, fuck it then, shit will |
Seems better even though the weather seem chill |
Spleen chills at the idea seeming fake |
Even though imitation makes mean bills |
I mean, innovation will get you recognition |
But «keep it real» is really code for when the check is missin' |
And that’s cool, cause me, I’m a realist |
Optimistically drinking from the glass of the pessimistic |
Hey, check it, listen |