C-Real MC, Johnny Boy - Pure Bred Lyrics

As long as I'm breathing
There's always a reason
Take my car off cruise and start over speeding
Pedal to the medal
Throw the dust, leave and watch it settle
If you want the canon, better be a rebel
Life is a slide show
Picture me rolling
I'm scrolling in black on black chrome
We are chosen
Way past my past
Close to the future
Time traveling ravels the path that'll suit ya

Learn from my mistakes
Stop faith like a disk break
Take another look
Who else is this great?
Yeah
I just had to say that
Cos most of these Emcees just won't face facts
A different breed
Indeed giving you what you need
So if you heed I promise not to make you bleed
I take that flow like it's tic-tac-toe
Just a game that I play
Just to make that dough
The bread that we make
Stacks roll
You already know
C hyphen Real
I just let that roll
Grenade without a pen
A man without a sin
If you're looking for a pure bred King I am him

Chilling in the winning circle
Laughing at all you squares
Wishing that you could shape shift
Leaving you haters scared
And uh we leaving crumbs so you other lames follow
You ain't got a chance
We taking back your tomorrow
Living it today
Cos we cool like that
Be a beat and die a black
You a fool fight back
Got more muscle in my flow
Than your whole bicep
If you wanna arm-wrestle
Change your whole concept
New definition for strong words
No mercy for the weak
We re-arranging consonants and messing up the beat
Like the new rap vowels
A, I, O, U
All you other niggas Y
How do I know you?
Lyrical segregation
We bringing back Apartheid
Mad at comedic artistes
You niggas can finally park right
Draculas to you amateurs
You other dudes mats
Cos you tryna get familiar sniffing other dudes' butts

Talk is cheap
But niggas can't afford to speak
Blaze these streets with rhymes made on dangerous beats
Flames and heat that spit at these insane degrees
Till the emcees are on their knees exclaiming please
Everybody knows the question
The answer's C
They say it ain't about the money but my eyes are green
I'm the kid, that all the other rap dudes fear
I can spit it from now until the next leap-year
Its too clear
Prepare for war
I'm that heat
I make the cool niggas thaw
Make you second guess what you saw
Like is this really real?
Is C really really ill ?
Will he roast niggas?
Place em niggas on a grill?
I'm bullshitting Matadors
Whatchu acting madder for?
Niggas claiming that they hard
Well I'm saying I'm harder core
Hip Hop inside fills a 10 terabyte hard drive with my hardcore lyrical rhymes

They using us for experiments
They testing a brother's gene pool (Jean-Paul)
The next professor X
You rappers acting like Jean, fool
Tryna read my mind after I already lost it
They be like who killed?
I'm telling em that the Boss did!
The Em.Ceo and rap Neo
They be calling us the ones
Y'all be 3 & 4
Cos we take your number twos
And getting our guns drawn
Playing out our revenge
And what have you done wrong?
Straight VDGs
And we popping that true blood
And we done killing niggas that be choking like who what?
Jhonny lyrical
C-Real
New letters of the alphabets
We at the Omega
You ain't even at the alpha yet
We like E equals Mc squared
Einstein can't find better MCs dead
Shakespeare writing rhymes
And it can't be read
We like Pac and Biggie Smalls
We can't be dead
Come on C tell em!