What's Real-Gang Starr/Group Home/Royce da 5'9

[Intro] What's real? ("The real question is...") What's real? ("Try your best to diagnose...") What's real ("People all around, you got to recognize and witness") [Verse 1: Guru] I got soldiers that'll turn shit out, burn shit out Do I come correctly when it's my turn? No doubt I twisted trees in the cold with one hand wipin' my nose Girls say that I'm fly 'cause they be likin' my clothes But the clothes or the money can't make the man When I apply my vicious grip, you can't take it, man Face it and understand, there are no winnings for you What I'm beginnin' to do, is bring an endin' to you and your crew I sip a brew and at the same time drink the life out of you I righteously come through, created in the likeness of who? G-O-D, can sell a half a line for a G Check ballistics, you won't be takin' mine from me Oh boy, you p-noid, heard my lightnin' and thunder Not Thor but frightening, type of stress I've been under I'm the one-eyed Jack, I'm here to smack you back In '83, I seen stacks, run your kicks, take a flick and act [Chorus: Lil Dap & Melachi the Nutcracker] (What's real?) Certified street poetry In the game a long time, so you know it's me, nigga (What's real?) Gang Starr, muthafucka, we live All you fake niggas run and hide, we wanna know (What's real?) It's Lil Dap in the place to be We livin' proof, supa star, you see, we wanna know (What's real?) The Foundation, yo, we presidential Y'all ain't built for what we been through [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] Underground, I might as well record in the sewer Notorious lord of the war, tourin' Aruba Before I was crawlin' I'd warn you and show you the Ruger I'ma shoot four through your fedora, destroy your medulla I could get these niggas X'd, quick as sendin' a text For disrespect, shit'll be simple as orderin' an Uber I don't know what's quicker to change, them figures or fame But I guarantee you don't nothin' move more than the moolah All these rappers really cut out to do is squash the beef and dip Y'all need to cut out the diva shit Every time a nigga like Fever Nina come out the dealership The streets hear the sound of that Preem droppin' the needle skip Like Kane walkin' in "The Symphony" Abel is my brother who all he offers is infamy I bust Magnums, either strategize or duck faster I send his whole group home like Melachi the Nutcracker Preem blowin' weed, he a master on the courts I'm a student with the rap that's spewin' passion on the chorus While the smoke is in the air, feel like voodoo's on the floor 'Cause we got the actual ashes of Guru on the boards He's sittin' right inside an urn in the session Lookin' down from Heaven to Gang Starr's current regression Earnin' successes, his legacy get treated like four themes Movin' forward then let his children eat off the proceeds [Chorus: Lil Dap & Melachi the Nutcracker] (What's real?) Certified street poetry In the game a long time, so you know it's me, nigga (What's real?) Gang Starr, muthafucka, we live All you fake niggas run and hide, we wanna know (What's real?) It's Lil Dap in the place to be We livin' proof, supa star, you see, we wanna know (What's real?) The Foundation, yo, we presidential Y'all ain't built for what we been through (What's real?) [Outro: DJ Premier Scratches] ("Gang Starr, boy, and that's beyond your comprehension")