Artist: Talib Kweli f/ Res Album: Gravitas Song: What's Real Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus: Talib Kweli] What's real? Do you know? What's real? Let me show y'all What's real? Do you know? What's real? Let me show y'all What's real? (What's real?) Do you know? (Do you know?) What's real? (What's real?) Let me show y'all (show y'all) What's real? (What's real?) Do you know? (Do you know?) What's real? (What's real?) Let me show y'all [Talib Kweli] Hey, hey, hey I'ma start this story, my influence so enormous Got that shit you love to sing along with, like every line is the chorus I'm born in Brooklyn like Biggie, I'm born in Brooklyn like Jordan I'm born in Brooklyn like Tyson, you don't live this, you just a tourist We ride or die for them corners, fuck yo' private life, they spy on us When they catch us man it's like practice for the new tactics that they try on us Them cops are linin them coffins, why we get shot we lyin in coffins They want my demise cause when I arrive they stop for lines so often Nigga just stop, you might as well forfeit, we like Shia LaBeouf and so +Lawless+ Steel recognize steel, real recognize real, like the car I'm drivin you foreign My diamond cut is so flawless, no not jewels I'm talkin 'bout soft bitch So if they after me like I'm Lauryn, I just tell the feds that I'm Moorish ... We walkin, all the girls is talkin Generally they butt-fuckin naked just like "The Book of Mormon" We see the trees for them forests, my name ring them bells like a doorman Y'all niggaz game is so corny, that's why you grill them hoes just like Forman, boring [Chorus] w/ Res ad libs [Talib Kweli] Paper chasin we on that grind, reputation, on the line Crazy, borderline; pay me, on time Crazy, borderline; pay me, on time Crazy, borderline; pay me, on time Explore and discover what most fear, I will never wait 'til the brush clear Swear I will never get stuck here, America, fuck yeah Measure my career in dog years, my past four got them dog ears I set sail, travellin the world like Jesus was doin in his lost years I might give you the pill like Morpheus, I'm like the P.E. logo in the crosshairs Standin out cause there's nothin but whores here, pimps rock crocodile like false tears Bring it on through your force field, I'll be givin you nothin but the raw deal What I say on display is the purest skill, I'll be givin y'all niggaz what's more real What's more real, what's more real? I got chicks fightin like floor sales You gossipy bloggers all fail, like at the yardstick I'm measurin your tall tales And you all fall short, you small scale, all in between the legs like a dog's tail You are what you eat, you don't want no beef, you completely vegan like all kale [Chorus] - performed by Res w/ ad libs [Outro: Res] What's real? (What's real?) Do you know? (Do you know?) What's real? (What's real?) Let me show y'all (let me show y'all) What's real? (What's real?) Do you know? (Do you know?) What's real? (What's real?) Let me show y'all (let me show y'all) {*ad libs to the end*}