(feat. Lord Finesse, Sadat X)



"Ayo, what the fuck is this?"

"Yo, that's that shit I was telling you about.  That's that

Sadat X, Diamond D, and Lord Finesse beat."

"Oh okay, alright alright."



Ayo you know the shit is real (So don't front, jack) 

Yo, you know the shit is real (So don't front)

Ayo you know the shit is real (So don't front, jack)

Ayo you know the shit is real (You can't front)   



[Sadat X]

Hmmm, straight to my toes making shit that hits

The brothers often say that the quiet bald head

Is like a bad motherfucker

Now Rule bread and uptown fame

Two to the head, what, daddy listen up

Ayo, don't beat me over the head with that dumb shit, dad

This is the type of shit I do, and Diamond me and you

Along with your crew and the Nubians, too

Made up some next shit, ayo but wash it off the skit

Rapping in this whole soul over, that know from ?throw over?

Who was in the rough, but Al said I'm the roughest

Yo buck, this shit is hot, Diamond, you know how I feel

Every time you call my crib you get some wreck shit is real

I come with herbs and verbs, always a step ahead

You can't nap on the dap cause it's wide

The X will provide all souls aside

Who gets the past but if your shit sounds trash

You gotta go, I got a lot of soul, yo

Old enough to know a real move from a brother

Tell you who gets nuff or who's just pulling a brush

Uptown stay the same, 2000 got the coochies

Peace to Unique, mega Oreo got the lucci

Bald heads run around, hey my man you got some stubble

Rob G cut me low, let these cats know

That when I chopped off my box, it opened up some next shit

I hold next slow to make the old age grew

Then I kicked it up, next spice lights

Shorty's doing his own thing, the man with the knife

Check it out, yo, Sadat X and Diamond D with the '93 shit



You know the shit is real (You can't front, Jack)

Yo, you know the shit is real (You can't front)

Yo, you know the shit is real (You can't front, Jack)

Yo, you know the shit is real (You can't front)



[Diamond]

Ayo I'm telling you now, it's the chubby kid from 125th street

Chopping motherfuckers into pieces of mincemeat

Back up boy, don't try to play me like a pipsqueak

Don't even want to hear no words if your shit's weak

Cause where I come from you might get done

Like a steak on a seasame seed bun

I got the mad flow, niggas drink they hassle

They contemplate my name and then they say "Shorty's bad" so

Come on give me my props

You can call it for your little sister or your moms and your pops

Straight from the ghetto, and ?you the birds?

Stunts that used to front get kicked to the curb

With the quickness, I'm rhyming over the beats with the thickness

So run to the store so you can get this

And memorize the words so the next time you here it you can kick this

Yeah, no time for faking, stay away from bacon

I clock G's from the beats that I'm making

Niggas was sleeping, but now have awakened

Ask the Boriquas, ask the Jamacians

Who's the man in the hot seat?

Giving niggas chills like Ralph in ?Hot Sea?

I'm sending niggas back to bed

Like an overdose of Actifed

It's just a taste of the '93 shit

Ayo, it ain't no secret



Ayo, you know the shit is real (You can't front, Jack)

Yo, you know the shit is real (You can't front)

Hey, you know the shit is real (You can't front, Jack)

Yo, you know the shit is real (You can't front)



[Lord Finesse]

Check it, it ain't nothing you can gain from it

(It's the Funky Man) And ain't a damn thing changed, money

I lounge on the downlow

MC's be fronting like they funky but theu can't fuck around though

Niggas I spare none, I never shoot a fair one

And I write rhymes more than bitches get their hair done

My shit's butter, word to mother

Rhyme with the mic in one hand and hold my dick with the other

(Finesse is the man) Yeah, how'd you know?

Cause my style of flow is smoother than Al Jarreu

I'm no joke with the fast or small raps

Me and Diamond go back like mocknecks and overlaps 

So by now you gots to figure

I'm not the best motherfucker but I'm better than a lot of niggas

And in a battle you can pick the winner

The way I drop heavy shit you'd think I ate grits for dinner

You want to bet? Then call your bookie

Cause I'm breaking niggas up like motherfucking fortune cookies

Check it out while I play post

And say peace on out, I'll catch you folks on a later note



[Diamond gives shoutouts to fade]