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cella dwellas - recognize n realize (original promo sampler version) lyrics

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

[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
chumps, 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 summers
spray glocks like corrupt transit cops. i keep a shot
proof under my puffy north face ‘go+goose
when i walk the de+deuce, sipping overproof, getting
misty visions of getting stuck for my papes like
my nig’ biggie—therefore, my trigger finger stays itchy
my index set to squeeze at my enemies
that’s jelly. keep clips on my side like a celly (what?)
u.g. hot, handles my biz, big boy. i don’t
be joking, grabs the mills 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

[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 the ends, the benz, the skins
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, two videos
made some new foes, 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 tommy knox
roll like the gambinos in casinos
in reno or vegas. my pager’s
international, 1+800. 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 dip when you fall
while ems asked, “who shot ya?” like biggie smalls

[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”. what’s
the deal? yo, the real is in front of your eyes
“recognize and realize, kid, don’t fantasize”. how
you feel? kid, chill. you’re dealing with real guys
“recognize and realize… don’t fantasize”
[outro: samples with scratches by dj slice]
“recognize and realize” + sample from phantasm on cella dwellas + “we got it hemmed” (x3)
“don’t fantasize” + sample from phantasm on cella dwellas + “we got it hemmed”

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