Stuck Off the Real (OG Home demo) Songtext
von Godfather Don
Stuck Off the Real (OG Home demo) Songtext
Yeah. Godfather′s in the peace
Ready to feast. The masterpiece. Releasing strange currents
Spread out. The dread's out, about putting heads out
To pasture, mentally disaster, blasting lead out
The scientifical rhyming terrific ′til the end
And when the verse concludes, move on the skins
The flesh distressed from the test of your stamina
Like that camera, you take one step and I'm a Damaja
Like Jeru. He who play fool get the shakes when I
Rap again while I'm packing in the fucking papes
Nothing fake. Since nothing tastes like the genuine article
I′m sparking crews like bags of weed in the Bahamas, dude
The time to loop, brothers, I′m Michael, bending my color
Discover the rough and lyrical butter to smother
Your arteries just a part of me, is enough to kill ya
For real, the serial killer's bound to peel a cap
I′m filthy like Bixby without the gamma
Suzanna owes me ten grand, man, I slammed her
Yesterday, I Blow the best Away like Jeff Bridges
The rap assassin bashing niggas and their bitches
"I got you stuck off the realness"
"Check it out, y'all"
Shit gets gruesome when I juice ′em like they're Mott′s
I'm hot, raising your temperature like chickenpox, lifting
Glocks out the backseat to smack freaks like Ike do
Leave your torso cut up and bleeding like Michael
Mics do strange things to me like your bitch with ya
The picture—watch that shit, then my clip hit ya
The scriptures provide concept that you can't get with
Liquid flows bust blows from God that make your lip split
You get dicked like out-of-towners on a holiday
The qualities impossibly displayed from, like, a mile away
The conquered insane, deranged like Rhythm X
I′m spitting next ′cause I'm getting vexed and ripping sets
In an orderly fashion, I′m smashing niggas
And while you pay down on lead chains, I'm adding figures
So if a sudden urge to merge overtakes ya
Don′t hesitate to kill that shit quick like the AIDS 'cause my
"I got you stuck off the realness"
"Check it out, y′all"
Combusting spontaneous, I be the zaniest, ill
Disposed flows are poison like urani' is
The enigma with the gift to uplift ya
By the clips the Calico emits, I'll hit ya
Cursing, better call the hearse and missing persons
No matter how much rehearsing, your state is worsened
By the torturer bagging bodies like the coroner
For decent competition, "I′ve Been Waiting" like Foreigner
Not boring ya, coming with the drama like the prom-ah
The embalmer with the mental shit to bomb ya
So stop, drop, and roll as your mic burst to ashes
The greatest lyrical prize writer to rap like Cassius
The prophetical, alphabetical′s incredible
When edible, ready to set it, plus I'm getting you
"I got you stuck off the realness"
"Check it out, y′all"
"I got you stuck off the realness"
"Check it out, y'all"
Ready to feast. The masterpiece. Releasing strange currents
Spread out. The dread's out, about putting heads out
To pasture, mentally disaster, blasting lead out
The scientifical rhyming terrific ′til the end
And when the verse concludes, move on the skins
The flesh distressed from the test of your stamina
Like that camera, you take one step and I'm a Damaja
Like Jeru. He who play fool get the shakes when I
Rap again while I'm packing in the fucking papes
Nothing fake. Since nothing tastes like the genuine article
I′m sparking crews like bags of weed in the Bahamas, dude
The time to loop, brothers, I′m Michael, bending my color
Discover the rough and lyrical butter to smother
Your arteries just a part of me, is enough to kill ya
For real, the serial killer's bound to peel a cap
I′m filthy like Bixby without the gamma
Suzanna owes me ten grand, man, I slammed her
Yesterday, I Blow the best Away like Jeff Bridges
The rap assassin bashing niggas and their bitches
"I got you stuck off the realness"
"Check it out, y'all"
Shit gets gruesome when I juice ′em like they're Mott′s
I'm hot, raising your temperature like chickenpox, lifting
Glocks out the backseat to smack freaks like Ike do
Leave your torso cut up and bleeding like Michael
Mics do strange things to me like your bitch with ya
The picture—watch that shit, then my clip hit ya
The scriptures provide concept that you can't get with
Liquid flows bust blows from God that make your lip split
You get dicked like out-of-towners on a holiday
The qualities impossibly displayed from, like, a mile away
The conquered insane, deranged like Rhythm X
I′m spitting next ′cause I'm getting vexed and ripping sets
In an orderly fashion, I′m smashing niggas
And while you pay down on lead chains, I'm adding figures
So if a sudden urge to merge overtakes ya
Don′t hesitate to kill that shit quick like the AIDS 'cause my
"I got you stuck off the realness"
"Check it out, y′all"
Combusting spontaneous, I be the zaniest, ill
Disposed flows are poison like urani' is
The enigma with the gift to uplift ya
By the clips the Calico emits, I'll hit ya
Cursing, better call the hearse and missing persons
No matter how much rehearsing, your state is worsened
By the torturer bagging bodies like the coroner
For decent competition, "I′ve Been Waiting" like Foreigner
Not boring ya, coming with the drama like the prom-ah
The embalmer with the mental shit to bomb ya
So stop, drop, and roll as your mic burst to ashes
The greatest lyrical prize writer to rap like Cassius
The prophetical, alphabetical′s incredible
When edible, ready to set it, plus I'm getting you
"I got you stuck off the realness"
"Check it out, y′all"
"I got you stuck off the realness"
"Check it out, y'all"
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