Artist: Pennjamin Bannekar f/ Omen, Phil G Album: HeartBeat Song: Counterfeit Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash {*ad libs and shouts for the first 24 seconds*} [Verse One] This is horse shit, please abort this I'm not a fiend muh'fucker I don't snort shit But see you forced it, down my throat like I wanna be forcefed, I talk divorce here I don't wanna be married to the game if that bitch so thick, I'd be yellin for a moment Controlled breech, don't let the soul speak So when the real come out it's like a slow leak In time I'm holdin up the real, intoxicating feel I give it to you raw like a butcher shop Poppin off the seal; ensure the freshness ain't expired like these high rappers on the radio that you hear I'm a shield - against the whackness attackin yo' ears Be glad I'm here Cause I give you somethin worth listenin to You heard what I'm givin you? [Chorus] I'm spittin nuttin but the realness over here No drama bits - no counterfeit Come and listen to the music, you armed to recapture what the mood is - on I'm spittin nuttin but the realness over here You know I'ma get what's not counterfeit And I promise no bullshit Yeah, as I'm talkin from the pulpit, no counterfeit [Verse Two] Higher than ever, and I'm feelin fly as a feather Make a beat, write a rhyme, then I tie 'em together to make knots of cash And my kicks 'bout as crisp as a Stockton pass Hearin lots of trash up on the radio I'm the illest you never heard, that's not debateable You lookin for your inspiration, well say hello! I'm cold, I can turn a sauna into 8 below I'm tryin to tell you this is next level~! These girls love me - in the bed she get a sex medal Soon as I leave Keisha then I probably text Carol See they styles counterfeit, they not cut the same On my X-Box Kinect, they can't touch my game Goin harder than a steel pipe It's like some stuffed up J's the way I kill mics/Mike's Man I swear everything I write is real life My art's never gonna stop when it feels right [Chorus] [Verse Three] We sucker free! Yo you just a imitation, a replication and drippin with precipitation of fraudulence It's all in yo' bars and the flow in the songs that you throw on And you want people to honor this?! I laugh at your goofy ass, cause you bastards don't seem to get it See you gots to be gone with this here Cause if you ain't strong with this here You disrespectin those that belong in this here So be gone - am I clear?! Every year a new clown nigga wanna be seen And a lot of real niggaz ain't meant to emcee Rap is so out of control, rap is so O.C. And that's exactly why nowadays I'm so low key Cause I ain't gotta be caught up in the nonsense I'd rather make music now to calm my conscience I'm at peace with the game (I'm at peace baby) So I ain't gotta mingle and associate with all these counterfeit lames [Chorus]