Kurious - What's The Real? Lyrics
Kurious: woddy. woody. uh huh! ya don't stop![chorus:]Casual: what's the real, what's the real on the skills?Kurious: what's the real, what's the real, what's the real?Casual:As long as i rememberI been rockin' shit since thenWhen. you wasn't inI can get a trend, brokenCause too many people pay atten-tionNot extracting the proper com-pre-hen-sionWhen one of those flows who chose to kickI stompThe new school rulerIs cooler than bartles & jamesI make you thinkI make you blinkCause you wouldn't dare stareWhen you pretendTo contendWith the, menI put out my music to make fools get petrifiedHere's somethin' i bet ya triedAnylizing meTaking notes of every little movement and actionWell, you're wiser, gCause other rappas aint doin' thatSo that makes you fresher than the rest of the weak, ones.[chorus:]Kurious:KuriousGinsengWheat germBreak the butra bethThen i jet like easternJaws in descriptionConniption ya sufferUh, never was a booty bufferHit it from the back, thoughSpecially when the face look wackYou don't believe meThe man with the yellow hat'll tell yaFirst i'll smell yaIf the whiff is fishyReply is kinda iffyIf, ands, or butsI'm sure to tear the gutsI'm trippin' on a tabSo i'm clumsy like a clutzStruts is smoothSorta like a pimpYa call me king jorgeCause i'm swift with the inkWhich is drippin', offThe point of a feltTip pen, i'm flippin' and i might leave a speed, notI need notThe words of a suckaI play the rice & beans & i'm out muthaffff...[chorus]Casual:Oh yeah!Here i go again to winI got the ill phat shitSo watch me kill that shitI kick styles, to teaseMcs you know meI'll whip that ass so badYou'll change your rhyme name to to-byGimme ya new shit to jockCause casual had past you allAnd i don't stopCause i'm the phattest at thisTo every ***** you clownHere's a big fat, dissss...Kurious: so baby, baby, baby! (ow, wow, ow), i wanna, get me off, yaGot to blow me, got to blow meDumb motherphukkYa don't know me from shitSo get familiarIlla, i be the monkey, constipatedGorilla, what's the real? unga-bunga!I've brung the rhymesSip wines on the tundraThunder because the lines equippedNo time to slip, cause i'm grippin'The concrete streetAnd black & red scottie pippensWhth the funk in ya back trunkLet the spot get looseKurious, hieroglyphicsWe hangin' like a noose...[chorus]
