As we roll, in the minds of three soldiers
Rolling through the pterodome, rearing on the still
Gotta keep it real
You * with your hood, this is what I do
You wish the beast from the east with the untouchable crew
Not impressed, no solid quickness, when the mental got no thickness
Line by line, I blow your head when I kick this
A lot of MC, there's curfew, chain, and flow
So I gotta keep it real and separate the pro
I exploit my potential on the diamond instrumental
I down with BBDs, I bought my concepts all mental, bitch
Hip-hop from the group, home tip, don't sing the la-la-la
Cause my vocal starts to trip, I'm just a loco, psycho
No afro, but a real bro
Kicking up the * from the down low
Inhale, then I'm gone
And I rock the fly * to the break, I break the dawn
Coming straight to your dome with all your
Thoughts roam, extorting all your aura
Running all your chromosomes
I fill you up with the emptiness
Always ready for the battle, to see who's best
Big boys, I'm coming from the east
Big shout out to the west
Much love to Trouble T-boy in Peace Guard West
A shout out down south to my brothers up north
Set it off, set, set it off
So rewind now, selector, don't bother, bootlegger
Take the rapper off the tape and put it in the tape deck-er
And let the mic controller start to get his holder
You need to get in touch, I'm with the ghetto hot rollers
I bring the panic, I'm on my way
Like Cali got looted
Yo, my world's polluted, but I stay strong rooted
So step up, kid, you got to feel my sound
It gets thick like a bull's neck when I throw it down
Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it real
What?
Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it real
What?
Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it real
What?
Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it real
I take the rims off your motherfucking whip
Back smack your stunt in the front
If she gives me some lip, you see I'm far from a herd
God's my word, I'm picking trash niggas dead to the curb
Ain't nothing fake about the * that I make
A nigga made a mistake and put his * life at stake
I keep a razor in my mouth just in case
A nigga wants a buck fifty across the face
No rules in a street fight
Brass knuckles on the jaw, kid, now you can't eat right
You little bitch, get your man
He's the same kid before who just took off and ran
It's not a smile on my grill
I put my girl on a pill, now I can bust nuts and chill
In the dell by the river
Don't hang with no bitch-ass niggas who get beef
And start to quibble
See, I'm a low-down *
Catholic girls cut school, come to the crib and get blasted
I got the game, that's mastic
Your girl said I was longer and stronger than you lasted
She won't answer your beats
Cause I'm tossing her up in the backseat of my Jeep
Same *, different day
Yeah, my name is Diamond D and that's all I gotta say
Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it real
What?
Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it real
What?
Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it real
What?
Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it real
What?
Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it real
What?
Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it real
What?
Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it real
What?
Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it real
See me, I influence you at times, I get intimate, mental
Rational, perceive, unattachable, gentle, fluorescent, unexcusable
Prover ride to the fourth track, where's the clue?
Question mark, explain the explanation
Narration, such an absent part of a translation
Not directed to the truth
Not a metaphor, impact of a categorized bullet spun fact
In fact, see, I convolve with metaphors that's adequate, inadequate
Certain positions I had it with
So we range the physical pause for the pitiful
Cause I got a handful of rappers playing critical
So withstand the masterful
Don't believe what's unseen
Clearly off the can see for the tag team
Who got instincts stronger than it came
Now with a new synth, or is it back to the fine print?
So indulge with the obedient and conclusive presence
Of a man with the terrible lessons
So refrain yourself or get forced into slavery
Cause I got the Mac 11 for acts of bravery
From Forza, please remorse the fact that
See, I had an enemy and lost her
See, I played late games, but it take much brains
Not to get caught by the cops with the name game
Yeah, I signed the consent that they say I permitted
Now I'm backed up in the precinct getting fingerprinted
Big Jazz got a boner, brother, out for existence
Peace, so don't thank for the assistance
Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it real
What? Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it real
What? Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it real
What? Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it real
As we roll through the non-territorial
*ducing K to Terrible
Big Up Diamond D
Problem Child, number one
The door
New York, New York
New York, New York
Peace to the gods and the earths of the universe