Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Eyes, artist - Quasimoto. Album song The Unseen, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.11.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stones Throw
Song language: English
Real Eyes |
| You’re talking loud but saying nothing for the dollars |
| You better off quitting, start working blue collar |
| Lord Quas up in the place slapping out y’all phonies |
| Y’all niggas is played like pimp sessions with tenderonis |
| When y’all suckers gonna learn how this rap shit goes |
| I hate it when the fake nigga try to doze |
| Rap about his clothes and fakes ass stories and hoes |
| Or how he shot up his rival foes |
| Like I ain’t heard that story befo' |
| I had it up to here with the black on black |
| Cos that shit is worse than a klan attack |
| Some niggas brain lack |
| Common sense, common knowledge and confidence |
| We trying to put the stop to your wack incompetence |
| Once we come through ain’t no stopping this |
| Once we come through ain’t no stopping this |
| I roll through like Rahsaan Roland Kirk |
| So niggas better be alert when I insert |
| You better… |
| (Real eyes) |
| (You better realize) |
| (Ain't tolerating blatant disrespect for this artform) |
| (You disobeyed the laws, got no cause to kill for) |
| Y’all dummies should have learned after Self Destruction |
| Sucking negativity like a human suction |
| Quasimoto crew bring the eruption |
| So what’s up when, we release the verbal dumping |
| Y’all talking loud plus y’all saying nothing |
| You’re trying to wild out like David Ruffin |
| Oh, them some niggas let the money control the soul |
| And flip their goals, and end up in holes |
| Some niggas is using this artform like jazz music |
| It don’t matter to some rappers, they just want to make the money |
| Try to clock figures, we trying to climb ladders |
| You talking about pulling triggers, talking 'bout your life don’t matter |
| But we roll through see we’re Quasimoto auxiliary |
| Lord Quas, father of invention, you mention we |
| The Beat Konducta hit you like high consciousness |
| Niggas feeling envy when they be watching us |
| (So what the deal is dude think you got a little confused) |
| (Real eyes) |
| (You better realize) |
| (Tired of niggas flopping, they ain’t hip they just hopping) |
| (From one… style to the next) |
| (Niggas want checks but need to check themselves) |
| (It happened for the love of the game) |