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real deal – the axis of evil lyrics

[intro: -sample-]
“when i was little, my father was famous. he was the greatest samurai in the empire, and he was the shōgun’s decapitator. he cut off the heads of 139 lords for the shōgun.”

[verse 1: real deal]
yo
i’m still as raw, the city saw how i kept my word
every verse is the minni ball in gettysburg (blaow!)
surgery with a bl–dy saw, why’s that?
shots fired, only way to save ’em is cut me off
i’m still struggling, still running with the ball
10 plus, still puzzled, still sucka sh-t involved
still bugging, still sonning rappers, humbling ’em all
k!ll ’em all, i’m still a problem will hunting couldn’t solve (yeah)
maybe this ain’t for your routine buyers
tryna keep composure when i gotta move these flyers
the story jordan didn’t make his hoop team’s tired
i’m underground fighting for air like quecreek miners (fire)
campaigning gotta lobby myself
don’t know the rounds gotta box to the bell
h-ll, the iron city’s half-empty if there’s cops [?] cell
bar hustling with the draft like i’m roger goodell, motherf-ckers

[chorus: -the notorious b.i.g., mobb deep, and jay-z samples-]
“d-mn right i like the life i live”
“i got you stuck off the real- real- realness”
“i’m one of the best players that done- done- done-”
“d-mn- d-mn- d-mn right”

[verse 2: bender]
a star collapses, some of all these parts that’s hard to capture
party-crasher, my only charge is to starve these rappers
antichrist, i turn wine back into blood
my son i’m a heartless b-st-rd, tony stark without the arc reactor
so all praise ’cause the slang nice
pen-game explosive like a dye pack thwarting a bank heist
can thank christ you ain’t never been on our lat-tude
feel like salieri with a wolf gang coming after you
let’s take it further, f-ck catching a case for murder
pay some dirty pig to turn your face to burger like you’re mason verger
praise my verses like the ancients praised minerva
to reach the place i’m perched you’d need a himalayan sherpa, that’s word
champion hunter you bambi’s mother, you f-cked up
treat d-ck-riders like hitchhikers, don’t trust when they thumbs up
book me i ain’t lying i’ma lie ’em in the ring
what’s a p-ssy to a lion what’s a lion to a sphinx?
riddle me that

[verse 3: tony d]
yo
i pen poison, the font that i write in’s ricin
heads roll, the death toll from the virus rising
i view body counts of guys that tony’s seen defeated
with the same smile that hide the mona lisa’s secrets (jeez)
cutthroats are just pros who construct flows, i’m gung-ho (ya’ know)
i’m tackleberry, letting the guns smoke, ya’ dun’ know
it’s the battle-scarred man-at-arms
i’m from a different cloth, i sat in cl-ss with a satchel charge
contained a pen pad shrapnel and shattered gl-ss
the content bang and everybody catch a matching scar
’cause you know how tony get
i grab a pen and tell a magical tale that’ll expose a trick (for real)
just bar out, it’s punch after another punch
nothing much, it’s just a light snack after a humble munch
industry rappers getting sucker punched
’cause they just claim they the best, we here proving it every other month

[verse 4: protege]
been, gone for a while but it’s like i never left it when i rhyme
not a legend in my eyes just relentless by design
i said goodbye to that world and ever since then i been in my prime
now i only battle myself ’cause that’s the worst enemy i could find
i never lose [?], spew something when it’s nuanced
give ’em goosebumps soon as this truth runs between ya’ two drums
on the way to enkindle your greater potential haters’ll diss you and fakes can dismiss you
but it, only gave me a thicker skin for taking an insult
and added more flame to a lit fuse, it’s useless
it’s like i scorch this page when i scribble
even if the people turn up and scream blue murder or any upheaval worser just keep doing work to shut out the evil murmurs
take me to circ’ ’em, my team move further, back before i had a dream to nurture
when i hadn’t known how to get past my agoraphobia yet
’cause, now i find ’em in top flight when they have me over the edge

[verse 5: respek ba]
yo
the best at headhunting
see your family get a minute of silence for every second you said something
and even if i pen nothing i could free till you jump out your seat like it came with an eject b-tton
my mind’s eye’s like a cyclops
with drones hovering above my head covering my blind spots
my day starts when your life stops
you can see people reenacting my battles on crimewatch
the don, my high-tops would get a white wash if i told joe pesci to go get his shine boxed
and i only dislike cops, ’cause every bonfire night they try swap my effigy with guy fawkes
watch ya’ back if you speak
usually charge for punches but i’ll leave you with a cracked chin for free
the last thing you see, i got minotaurs tryna escape the maze that they’re trapped in with me

- real deal lyrics

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