Have you ever asked a redneck how his sister taste? I just got called a nigga and that really made my fucking day I smile for a second, ask the aforementioned question First time when I was six alone in my daddy's green cutlas Wouldn't say corrupted, barely knew what it meant Honestly just an old white man walking past I'm far from rockaway Yeah I'm over and seen some of the glory shit for real Still make you wanna reach through this phone Today and choke you, bitch On the surface I'm chill, you pushing dead buttons I know this peckerwood is head hunting Oh, you said something? Hey whatchu call me? Rather: what I respond to? Maybe that was all in Malcom and Marcus Like nah dude, 2011 I'm a nigga 24/7 Even if I refuse to eat watermelon and fried chicken In front of blue and green eyes, save me a thigh This is for the real, this is for the real This is for the real, this is for the real Straight up told him, save that black power rhetoric And uplifting speech, I need something I can eat Either that or a .22, bag of that goo, you know how I do Blacks stealing the hour on layoffs my dude, don't get it confused Like Eldridge Cleaver, soul on ice balls deep in white pussy Still cuts like a knife when he out juxing Nowadays don't even ask if the devil could fool a Muslim Far as I'm concerned give me Johnny Cash or Folsom Best of fulcrum, the restless spins everyday I eagerly check via next letter from the bing When the part opening my heart sinks Everyday you in there is another victory for the pigs Long pink faces, narrow black eyes But experience taught me they can take any guys And expediency will keep the innocent inside While I'm out here doing whatever Does that make me lucky, or clever, or stupider than most? I put another letter in the post, signed, sealed and delivered The way this shit here works, they don't need to call you nigga This is for the real, this is for the real This is for the real, this is for the real She probably could've looked me in the eyes And fixed her mouth to call me out my name See if I fall to the villa line, I'll be a nigga just the same The difference is I define just what it is and what it ain't It's probably something you will never understand From a revolutionary mind a free thinking black man Atypical in his opinions, I'm only speaking for self Though some share my experience [?] Trigger pulling, come and bite the bullets No power in the world unless you will it History 'pressive but I'm far removed Twenty-first century translation, now don't [?] Had to give it up smooth, in this new day, new age New way, my waves been changed, my heart remain the same A little murder just to make me sane again This is for the real, this is for the real This is for the real, this is for the real