Allen E. - Realer State Lyrics

Now these dames treat me like the lottery
On top, that's how she honor me
Let me stop misogyny
Let me talk about my prophecies
Like what my pocket sees
I'm trying to sew up the holes made from poverty

Old cycles obsolete, no more
Kissing they feet, I'm charging up the fees
Hear these bars, man, I'm bossing on the scene
Ricky Ross with the beam
Randy Moss on the screen
Never pause, I'm a dog in some jeans

Clarks with the bee soles
Plain T, fur coat, bag by Herschel
And my glasses got me looking like I'm Urkel
For every rapper saying they can whoopie
They didn't know I leave they face colored purple
Gasping for air, bitch, I'm moving like a turbo

So much anger in my energy
I guess I'm fed up with all the faking
Acting like shit's elevating
Really, it's on standstill
And we just here working on our meditating

Staying calm through the chaos
I was made for this
Warrior bloodline, uh, we broke the cage for this
Demons at night, sometimes I'm feeling angel-less
Focus my sight, I see why I got made at this

Show me how to control my anger
Before I resort to hammers
Had to change up my manners
Can't be talking reckless
When we bigging up the platters
Fumbling bags won't make our checkings fatter

But check it though, I'm kicking game with a message, bro
There's more to life than what's on the physical, yeah
Something type spiritual
But the only way to truly grow
Is if you step inside your ritual

Talking day in, day out, habitual
Sounds like code, but the real ones know