Raw Teknik & Hasiflames - Keep it Real [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Keep it real lyrics

[Verse 1 Raw Teknik]
This is a professional shit so please don't try at home/Raw-Teknik and Hasiflames about to blaze the microphone/I told you nextym am spitting that am comin with my clone/and if they wanna pay me with the paper, you know am getting gold/I got a situation, many times I never fall in love cos in the hiphop culture, better lines will make you be ontop/am looking for promoters to upload and put it on they blog/and write my name in caligraphic history books that I made it on my own/never join the fakers if you are in the realer zone/Its a trend to make a new paragraph and never ask if we gotta be friends/am different with 6 senses/In the Industry, they exchange pleasantries only when you get success/ ignore them and they will call u wicked!
Now let's open to my book of rhymes, chapter 3:5/Thou shalt not test Raw-Teknik otherwise you'll fall ill and die/ I sound so good, my rap-name is 'don't be surprised'/ when it comes to position, am number one down to five...cos Its apparent some pairings will cause a damage permanently to your hearing, comparing my lyrics is like embarrassing a parent and then u're asking them to pay rent in their house..wow! That's what am talking about/If I spit a verse to bastarize and put a vibe ontop your rap or make a laugh to save a blast that would have put u in a hearse, it means am nice...As a lyricist am the definition of a poltergeist and I was told by some other guys/ coz am stucked in the mission of murdering niggas, ability set to be characterized!

[Verse 2 Hasiflames]
Keepin' it real dont appeal to most of you/its sad but true/Y'all can't fit in my shoes even if we trade boots/I'm raisin' this high above the roof/I'm so hot I make the thermometer go POOF!/blow it up is all I do, my delivery smooth/I do it with ease and cease the flows these other folks givin'/make em' sound like they spittin' gibberish/they spit bars that bore you/I gat bars that'll intrigue you/ captivate your mind and own you/fallin' & stayin' down isn't part of my schedule/so Imma blast through the walls set to cage me and break free/real niggas feel me cos they know I spit Ill/I gat you bumpin' your head subconciously/obviously U feelin' everyline/honestly I know I'm ahead of time/but currently I'm rhymin' crazily on the mic/bruisin' TF outta it, hommie! I'm snuffin' its life/see my everyline is vital/ like the words in the bible//you need em for survival/lyrically I'm unfuckwithable/I'm sick with dope thoughts and its Incurable/imma end this with something random/I'm smart enough to make y'all look dumb/bish I'm a god do not fuck with I

[Verse 3 Raw Teknik]
Stucked in a rare condition, you don't think its my decision?/ fuckup with the old edition, this is now the realer version/stick ur d**k in ur ear, make you cum listen to my rapping coz u've being an ass in the making/you faking to get to where the fame is and lately u've been busy acting silly/ feeling shitty.. Every nigga expecting credit, you giving me headache, call the medic/ some of these niggas are funny/talking about the money they don't have in their wallet and faking their accent and forming a rap crew/ sorry for your mo**f***ing ass fool! When you claiming the title of a rap god. Yes, buncha jobless people with no attitude, just lacking sense/Raw-Teknik and Hasiflames, yea they the best! But some of the pussy niggas on the internet with no intellect will be like "that nigga ain't the best" - I keep it real nigga

[Verse 4 Hasiflames]
To be specific I'm bout to go ballistic/what I spit is fantastic you've to listen closely cos you would'nt wanna miss it/I set the booth on fire any moment I'm in it/I'm the lyrical truth/& imma be here forever cos In my lines are the fountain of youth/but as of now I'm freakin' hungry/so I gat to be eatin'/but first I gat to make couple mills/then I can chill & eat/but fuck chill cos this brother ain't never chillin' on his grind/I broke off my spine cos I wouldn't stand up for Ignorance/my circle small but filled with enlightened minds/the typa brothers that study all day, rhyme all night/we wanna cop the best things in life/we gon' make it regardless of what we face/fuck & fist some bad bitches on the way/that last bar prolly didn't sound too right/thats cos I wrote it with my left hand/hands down I'm killin' this/being different seems to be my only crime//fuck the grass is greener at the other side/I'm workin' my butt off to make the grass at myside the most green/Isniff coke in my sleep, hommie I gat dope dreams/I'm just keepin' it real*