Real As It Gets (Feat. Facekilla, Young Sid, Mr. Sicc & Dok Ii)

"Well, Time magazine called it New Zealand's culture of
Violence. It was talking about the youth gangs of South
Auckland and the impact they have in suburbs like Ōtara."

I hear a lot of shit talk, bitching and the gossip
I be all about mine, bitches I pop shit
I ride the city, these youngins act tough
And that is my excuse for letting my gun bust
The media they blow it up, it sound like Compton
Ōtara motherfucker, bitch this ain't Compton
Claiming we recruit or responsible for crime
I don't hold hands or force 'em to walk lines
The streets so appealing they watch the boys dealing
Saying fuck the world on a thumpy one wheeling
Medallion hanging off a dope boys neck
He going to jail so they follow his steps, and
Necks on the pin board everybody keen
They out to prove shit and my people know the scene
We stuck in a cycle, stay badder than Michael
Looking at you fuckers through a scope on a rifle
You cake like trifle, fucker I got a itch
Scratch it with the moss that came off a gunship
Blat, blat fucker, blat, blat you fucker
Shooting at the industry so clap back fucker

What you know about the game?
Living in the fast lane, no regrets
This is as real as it gets
This is as real as it gets

Take my semen off your lips and my pubics out your grill
Young Sid in this bitch, neezers wonder if it's real
Is he a gang banging killer or a trouble making thug
Cause he hangs in the city where the trouble makers are
On some real tongue, the youngin be related by blood so
Fuck the shit talkers, watch me slam on the drum so
Many fags talking shit fabricating stuff
And falsifying the truth trying to dismantle the young
Take this for example, and this is some shit
Five-oh's claim the Clipse are doing drug funding
Fucking can't read, dyslexic dickheads should stay
In the corner of their Clipse, that's New Zealand on air
When the kids spill a bit of blood in the streets they blame we
Like we put the weapons in their palms and force them to slay peeps
That oppose and condone our attempts to save heaps
Of neezers and spread peace, arrogant ass motherfuckers

What you know about the game?
Living in the fast lane, no regrets
This is as real as it gets
This is as real as it gets

Yeah I'm drunk and I'm high but my mind's on point
Look at me like I'm a junkie cause I smoke that joint
When I walk through the streets people point and stare
Try and avoid confrontation but I shows no fear
Yeah I curse but please listen to what I gots to say
The issues you see on TV is my average day
Looking at me like I'm a mindless thug doing it for nothing
But when I pull my weapon out I ain't bluffing
Got my mind made up on how I got to live
All I wanna do is take, I don't know how to give
Fortify my emotions, mean mug on my face
Knuckle sandwich motherfucker you gon' see how it taste
That's the way I was raised, settle things with the fist
I was taught by my parents if you catch my drift
So with my pen and paper I am ready to slaughter
I will burn your fucking paper taking out your reporter

What you know about the game?
Living in the fast lane, no regrets
This is as real as it gets
This is as real as it gets

They say I talk too tough when I drink my stuff
They say I walk real rough when I take my puff
That I walk like a lion with my chest real buff
That's my Southside steez when I come to rush
Like that time in the club when I blazed it up
One puff with the haze left me straight for days
I'm a down low OG on top of my plate
When I come to the door get the fuck out the way
I don't care what you know because of what I do
What you heard, what you seen baby might be true
We the kings of the hood baby yeah that's true
It's the big bad Trouble Man yeah that's true
Baby that's the truth
Irvin sick, face killer Young Sid, that's the truth
Snipers on the roof man watch my every move
Every hood in every city we the fire in the hole
And if you didn't know, well homie now you know