What's the Real?

Kurious: woddy. woody. uh huh! ya don't stop!

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Casual: what's the real, what's the real on the skills?

Kurious: what's the real, what's the real, what's the real?

Casual:

As long as i remember

I been rockin' shit since then

When. you wasn't in

I can get a trend, broken

Cause too many people pay atten-tion

Not extracting the proper com-pre-hen-sion

When one of those flows who chose to kick

I stomp

The new school ruler

Is cooler than bartles & james

I make you think

I make you blink

Cause you wouldn't dare stare

When you pretend

To contend

With the, men

I put out my music to make fools get petrified

Here's somethin' i bet ya tried

Anylizing me

Taking notes of every little movement and action

Well, you're wiser, g

Cause other rappas aint doin' that

So that makes you fresher than the rest of the weak, ones.

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Kurious:

Kurious

Ginseng

Wheat germ

Break the butra beth

Then i jet like eastern

Jaws in description

Conniption ya suffer

Uh, never was a booty buffer

Hit it from the back, though

Specially when the face look wack

You don't believe me

The man with the yellow hat'll tell ya

First i'll smell ya

If the whiff is fishy

Reply is kinda iffy

If, ands, or buts

I'm sure to tear the guts

I'm trippin' on a tab

So i'm clumsy like a clutz

Struts is smooth

Sorta like a pimp

Ya call me king jorge

Cause i'm swift with the ink

Which is drippin', off

The point of a felt

Tip pen, i'm flippin' and i might leave a speed, not

I need not

The words of a sucka

I play the rice & beans & i'm out muthaffff...

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Casual:

Oh yeah!

Here i go again to win

I got the ill phat shit

So watch me kill that shit

I kick styles, to tease

Mcs you know me

I'll whip that ass so bad

You'll change your rhyme name to to-by

Gimme ya new shit to jock

Cause casual had past you all

And i don't stop

Cause i'm the phattest at this

To every bitch you clown

Here's a big fat, dissss...

Kurious: so baby, baby, baby! (ow, wow, ow), i wanna, get me

Off, ya

Got to blow me, got to blow me

Dumb motherphukk

Ya don't know me from shit

So get familiar

Illa, i be the monkey, constipated

Gorilla, what's the real? unga-bunga!

I've brung the rhymes

Sip wines on the tundra

Thunder because the lines equipped

No time to slip, cause i'm grippin'

The concrete street

And black & red scottie pippens

Whth the funk in ya back trunk

Let the spot get loose

Kurious, hieroglyphics

We hangin' like a noose...

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