Real Eyes

(My words burn through your exterior)

(They eat away at your interior I'm superior)

You're talking loud but saying nothing for the dollars

You better off quitting, start working blue collar

Lord quas up in the place slapping out y'all phonies

Y'all niggas is played like pimp sessions with tenderonis

When y'all suckers gonna learn how this rap shit goes

I hate it when the fake nigga try to doze

Rap about his clothes and fakes ass stories and hoes

Or how he shot up his rival foes

Like I ain't heard that story befo'

I had it up to here with the black on black

Cos that shit is worse than a klan attack

Some niggas brain lack

Common sense, common knowledge and confidence

We trying to put the stop to your wack incompetence

Once we come through ain't no stopping this

Once we come through ain't no stopping this

I roll through like rahsaan roland kirk

So niggas better be alert when I insert

You better...

(Real eyes)

(You better realize)

(Ain't tolerating blatant disrespect for this artform)

(You disobeyed the laws, got no cause to kill for)

Y'all dummies should have learned after self destruction

Sucking negativity like a human suction

Quasimoto crew bring the eruption

So what's up when, we release the verbal dumping

Y'all talking loud plus y'all saying nothing

You're trying to wild out like david ruffin

Oh, them some niggas let the money control the soul

And flip their goals, and end up in holes

Some niggas is using this artform like jazz music

It don't matter to some rappers, they just want to make the money

Try to clock figures, we trying to climb ladders

You talking about pulling triggers, talking 'bout your life don't matter

But we roll through see we're quasimoto auxiliary

Lord quas, father of invention, you mention we

The beat konducta hit you like high consciousness

Niggas feeling envy when they be watching us

(So what the deal is dude think you got a little confused)

(Real eyes)

(You better realize)

(Tired of niggas flopping, they ain't hip they just hopping)

(From one... Style to the next)

(Niggas want checks but need to check themselves)

(It happened for the love of the game)