Paroles The real is back Sean Brown

The real is back

One chance, better go and grab it
I can never let it go, just like a bad habit
Uh, I set the bar to make classics
Aye my nigga go and get this beat a fucking casket
Uh, I’m so incredible, my lyrics is theatrical
It’s like a movie when I’m spittin if you skeptical
I do not listen to the talk shit, I just let it go
Transitioned into something I could not control
I’m thanking Jesus every day for my creative soul
A higher power just to let me know I ain’t alone
A higher power touched my brain to put me in the zone
The asked me who wrote it, I tell ‘em it’s my upper clone
Godlike on the mic, don’t miss service
Worked hard, pray harder, nigga I earned this
Higher Theory, we rising above surface
Blood sweat and tears throughout my verses

The real is back yea, the real is back yea
The real is back yea, the real is back yea
Comes with it…
Getting high…

The real is back yea, the real is back yea
The real is back yea, the real is back yea
Comes with it…
Getting high…

March 1st, a king is born
A heart is torn, father shook mama made it through the storm
Creative child I was, creative nigga I am
I be doing my own, I do not kick it with them
Give me the canvass, I’ll be painting the pictures
My life is crazy with scriptures, even my sister said my lyrics is wizard
Hundred dog like big clippers, they try to down me like liquor
My music universal, we can touch the gangsters and hipsters
I got that undeniable
Reliable when you need that to get you back in our paycheck
This is facts, the realest is alive
They tried to make me change but I just couldn’t lie
Putting on the front nah, I would rather die
The realness I just saved them other guys
The realness I just saved them other guys
That try to make me lie lie lie

The real is back yea, the real is back yea
The real is back yea, the real is back yea
Comes with it…
Getting high…

The real is back yea, the real is back yea
The real is back yea, the real is back yea
Comes with it…
Getting high…

Falling back, devise the plans how I’m bout to be the man
The done all had a chance, the realness is in demand
The want their substance back, lyrical substance crack
That story teller with a little bit whip til next
Tell em get off my set, bumping in my Cadillac
I got my music playing loud with the substance back
I’m rolling down boulevards and spreading that good music
80 baby, I’m an A+ student
Hallelujah, hallelujah, got some soul up in the gang
The nigga that came and tell me ain’t worried ‘bout the fame
Spittin from the heart and he don’t care about Elaine
He don’t care if he ain’t out cause she making his own name
Just as real as you can touch, just as real as you could feel
I’m the realest with no deal, I’m the realest with no…
They say that music repeats, it’s coming back my G
They want them lyrics I see
Let’s make history, yea

The real is back yea, the real is back yea
The real is back yea, the real is back yea
Comes with it…
Getting high…

The real is back yea, the real is back yea
The real is back yea, the real is back yea
Comes with it…
Getting high…