yes...maybee... im not sure... well sorrry i cant
My Life is Real this ordeal was never quite Ghetto Rock a paradox of early morning toasts with Jam On It I get down to the undeniable sounds that surround the shower plug glub glub like a Thug is a Drug or a soap on a rope my scope of outlook prove I Fear Not of Man my True Magic is a supernatural addict whats real and not fabric is Sex, Love and Money one is next and without the other all appear ugly even with the prettiest face.
its Undeniable mcs scared of my arrival
asimo stealing the show like a carnival
ripping mics words get moulded in my rhyme bowl
smashing mcs with the bones of a dinosaur
you dont want to test this
mcs get wrung out and drenched in
my verbal typhoon then burnt by the high noon
words that will hurt you
i take on my rivals
split you in halve while digging grave with my shovel
asimo 911 call emergency
rappers ******* with me? draw the curtains please
i hate you enemies constantly lurking me
i punish you by leaving your body in the murky green
this aint time for testing asimo pass lessons
hip hop graduate while rap gets infested
by wack rhymes that penetrate lives like infections
while mcs never pass their inspection
fear not of man but the aliens from neptune
true magic lies in the logic of dead dudes
asimo ripping mad rhymes from his head you
just a beginner like graduates from med school
im murdering wannabes with upperclass vocabulary
standing more firm than the statue of liberty
taking stabs in the dark from long time enemies
asimo raking up mcs like dead leaves
leaving these baggy jeans bowing down like the japanese
asimo stay real while mcs sold out like mickey d's
cancelling these mcs like movies with no seats
paralysing limbs of wannabes like chris reeves
throwing round garbage mcs like a wild breeze
asimo 911 you already heard of me
making it impossible to control the game like a double team
It's Undeniable that my skills at rapping aren't real
So I'll try to do this to get an appeal.
Some say my rhymes are like True Magic,
But that's cause, on my toast, I put Jam On it.
Fear Not A Man, Fear my rhymes, they're inhumane
Even though I have no clue what I'm saying.
Sex, Love and Money? That's for the Preps and the Jocks
I'd rather be reciting some Ghetto Rock.
Thug is a Drug? You know what I think
Cut the labels, thugs are thugs. Let that sink.
Seductive girls, they know I want sex
Beatiful eyes I cant resist, im hex
Do girls just want me for money
or to wake up everyday and call me honey
true love is a thing that really is rare
its one of those things that you will have to declare
Deep in my meditative transcendence
Lost in the zen of Buddhist metaphysics
No matter how disconnected I start to feel
The only conclusion is that "Life is Real"
I like my beats harder than a "ghetto rock"
harder than a diamond, harder than my c*ck
Reverberate across the universe, come back on a comet
Call me Cosmo D and we can "jam on it"
The "undeniable" inexplicability of my ability to really see
The one reliable facility of my consistency of actuality
I take another chug, shatter my mug and sweep it under the rug
If a "thug is a drug" then a hug is a slug and my shoulders i shrug
"Fear not of man", God, or the Devil
Its time to take it to a whole new level
The "ture magic" of life,
Quantum phsyics and relativity
flow at the speed of light
like matter divided by energy
Apoplectic, anorexic, narcoleptic, apathetic
Eat another Xanax cause you just don't get it
"Sex, Love, and money", the harsh realities
Don't mean a f*ckin' thing to a guy like me
peace.
Short & sweet.......but i know the outcome..........bless.
*Life is real, "Sh!t N!@@a" Life is funny
people dieing over*S.ex, Love & money
*Fear Not of Man that's *Undeniable
*True Magic, is God, He's Reliable
this game u play,...*Thug is a Drug
rather look tough from a hug
than dead from a slug
2/B young fly & flashey
Moving my *Getto Rock
I got this track w/a *Jam on it
never heard from Pac.................