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cella dwellas - recognize n realize lyrics

cella dwellas + “recognize n realize”
[emcee(s): phantasm and u.g.]
[producer(s): nick wiz]
[bassline: dj slice]
[sample (multiple elements): the dramatics + “in the rain” (0:24)]

[hook: phantasm, u.g., and sample with scratches by dj slice] (x2)
what’s
the deal? yo, the real is in front of your eyes
“recognize and realize, kid, don’t fantasize”. how
you feel?  son, chill. you’re dealing with real guys
“recognize and realize, kid, don’t fantasize”

[verse 1: phantasm]
u.g., let me
set this, microphone+check this, and bless this
and reminisce: sour patch and five+cent fish and
fast food. i’ll blast dude if he wants static
straight to the attic for the automatic
from high school, learned the golden rule: to pack tools
and wear jewels and not be played for the fool
every week, brand+new kicks on my feet
‘cause down the block, i sold more rocks than beat
guess and lo from head to toe. can’t forget
my cherry jeep, then i got my g.e.d. mama
jumps, flipping ‘cause i got left back, didn’t know
i had the sk!lls for this record contract. now the
whole d+mn block is trying to
sound like me ‘cause i emcee
and stay flavor like lollipops and charms
and blow up spots like napalm bombs in vietnam

[verse 2: u.g.]
yo, i hold
heat like the beach sand on baywatch and spray
glocks like corrupt transit cops and keep a shot
proof under my puffy north face ‘goose
when i walk the deuce, sipping overproof, getting
p+ssy, visions of getting stuck for my papes like
my name was biggie—therefore, my trigger finger stays itchy
my index set to squeeze at my enemies
it’s jelly. keep clips on my side like a celly
u.g. hot, handles biz, big boy. i don’t be
joking, grab the nine and come out smoking
kids like the mask, splash you if i have to, son
i’m a born k!ller—what?—and it’s natural

[hook: phantasm, u.g., and sample with scratches by dj slice]
what’s
the deal? yo, the real is in front of your eyes
“recognize and realize, kid, don’t fantasize”. how
you feel? son, chill. you’re dealing with real guys
“recognize and realize, kid, don’t fantasize”

[verse 3: phantasm]
for
the next couple lines, watch me get mines as
the shorty wop still tap the 40 top. i got
tired of the “freeze” from d.t.s and dropping
to my knees and praying to god, “please”
i hope they don’t shoot me up. these hillbilly cowboys
they boot me up, root and toot me up
i also got tired of the snitches. i still got
love for my n+ggas, the riches, the b+tches
but no more crimes, drugs, and stick+ups
now i’m in the rap game, hope my record sales pick up
did a couple of shows, three videos
f+cked some new hoes, bought some new clothes
ain’t nothing changed. still want ends, i still wanna
chill with my friends, i still want the same black benz
until then, i’ll rock an ’87 blazer
sometimes, i still pack a razor that’ll phase ya
not fantasia. phantasm and u.g
cella dwellas from now to infinity

[verse 4: u.g.]
the fede+
+ration: cream, cristal, and p+ss styles
and thick gals with thick brows, sticking individuals
for hundreds, nine in your stomach. jewels? you run it
when i be cl!cking, pushing rides with no ignition
the bend pulley, crews get bullied by my team
the infrared dot, the lead beam, some get steamed
or blazed by the six+shooters. whips and hooters
i’m dipping on scooters through the pjs. these days
is trife, everyday life is bugged, so my clique
stack quick slugs for the mac+1+1. crews
get sonned or gunned down like an os. wear
armor on my chest to protect my flesh from
the young guns blasting “just to get a rep” like
guru. run up close+range with the two+two
hit you with two and rip through your epidermis
slugs hit your mug and burn like a furnace

[hook: phantasm, u.g., and sample with scratches by dj slice] (x2)
what’s
the deal? yo, the real is in front of your eyes
“recognize and realize, kid, don’t fantasize”. how
you feel? son, chill. you’re dealing with real guys
“recognize and realize, kid, don’t fantasize”

[outro: samples with scratches by dj slice]
“recognize and realize” (x3)
“don’t fantasize”

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