Realise Video (MV)

If i wanna tread round in this dead town
I gotta keep my hood up and my head down
Cos these feds now wanna see me in the pen
But i want a penthouse can't let em see me again
I gotta stack dough on these back roads
It's a fact bro my wack foes just slack loads
I'm never with a gang man i'm always on my jack jones
I don't give a damn cos the mandem got no back bones
I keep my circle small ain't f*cking with no circus fool
Lyrically and physically miraculously hurting booths
And if you're serving food where me and my persons do
You can get dipped down with a multi-purpose tool
I'm never slacking forever writing for rapid rapping
I possess a habit so test or try expect havoc happening
Forever stacking never lying on my back relaxing
Imma take the levels to the sky see if these faggots catch em

People need to realise that real life's not real nice
And real guys don't wield knives they will fight with fists
People need to realise that real eyes see real lies
And real guys don't steal sly rape kill bribe or snitch
People need to realise that ill minds can still find
A real light and will try to still fight that shit
People need to realise I kill mics with real rhymes
But still I don't kill guys with steel knives and shivs

Man i'm smoking cabbage medicating madness got me levitating
Higher than the bars and the levels that you're never raising
Man im meditating y'all forever hating
When i rap on beats with preparation Wack emcees are facing relegation
I burn my hands when i hold the mic and spit the flames
I'm not concerned with fans just flows and rhymes and getting paid
I'm still learning man my hopes are high they're rising everyday
And everyday i'm grinding every way just tryna find a way
To make my life alright ok alright just light the j and pass it right my way
So i can fly away
Inside my mind and brain im tryna hide a pain
So every night i lie and lay in bed i'm wide awake
Inside my head im stressed im restless But life is blessed i guess its
Just a contest to test us wean out the weakest well see who the best is
Ain't gonna rest bitch til i'm on a guestlist for a party at techs crib

People need to realise that real life's not real nice
And real guys don't wield knives they will fight with fists
People need to realise that real eyes see real lies
And real guys don't steal sly rape kill bribe or snitch
People need to realise that ill minds can still find
A real light and will try to still fight that shit
People need to realise I kill mics with real rhymes
But still I don't kill guys with steel knives and shivs

I'm chopping with the words and i'm slicing with the flows
I leave emcees with casualties with the rhymes inside my dome
I've tried to leave it go but this hip hops got me gripped
Whenever i try to drop the mic it sticks to my fingertips
I'm done with these hypocrites these liars thieves and haters
Cos these snakes be hit and miss so i'll just see you later
Man i need the paper so you know i'm here to earn it
Gimme any beat in any booth you know im finna burn it
Yall know im really working out on these streets
Finding opportunities to be earning these ps
Burning emcees when i get the chance to do so
Keep chatting that gas and next up might be you bro
Cos i'm too dope with every track fat like a sumo
Got a smooth flow so when i rap i'm sweet just like sucrose
Now you know i'm different with the flames that i'm spitting
Cos my minds sharper than the blades in your kitchen

People need to realise that real life's not real nice
And real guys don't wield knives they will fight with fists
People need to realise that real eyes see real lies
And real guys don't steal sly rape kill bribe or snitch
People need to realise that ill minds can still find
A real light and will try to still fight that shit
People need to realise I kill mics with real rhymes
But still I don't kill guys with steel knives and shivs