The Honorable Hakim Dough - Wanna Rap? Lyrics

Is it real
Is it real?
All the people you say you killed?
Is it real
Is it real
All the people you say you killed?

Let's talk about your poetry
All the shootings you pro-claim
How every other onomatopoeia is bang bang
I noticed your favorite ad lib is Gang Gang Gang Gang
The window to your soul is open I see your pain
I was in your shoes before
Both me and my shoes were torn
I had to choose between waiting on my mom to buy me new ones or
Working at a burger spot to cop a pair I could afford
Fresh ain't fresh enough when catchin up to what's been uniform
Invest a check into a pack
Flip it twice and get it back
Robbed at gunpoint, get a gat
Find out who and get em back
Words been coming through the trap
Your homeboys know where they at
At most you've only killed a roach
If you go it's no coming back
The choice is yours, you wanna rap?

Is it real
Is it real?
All the people you say you killed?
Is it real
Is it real
All the people you say you killed?
(Kill Kill Kill)

Let's talk about your raps
And the power of the tongue
And how a flower showered with loving words should bloom and soon become
To many dandelions dying due to environment and guns
The Antithesis of photosynthesis
Is mamas losing sons
Before we were into pot
And a basketball was all
Any of us had ever shot
And the only side we chose was
Which rim to block
Our family's were in the stands
Rooting for us forest
To be on top
News at 10 o clock Star basketball player shot
What happened, he was just at my house rapping, cutting tracks cracking jokes laughing
Say it isn't true
Shit gets real fast, I'm glad he made it through
If that's really how you living I commend you for your truth
You wanna rap?

Is it real
Is it real?
All the people you say you killed?
Is it real
Is it real
All the people you say you killed?

I seen the streets eat people alive
Don't be a dummy
Use your own mind
Or be a yummy
You getting shot or goin to prisons
How the system gets its money
Free labor and crime are the pillars of this country
I made it to 25 And to some people I'm lucky
I'm thankful for the God above me
Situations I survived someone on the other side gotta love me
Near death and left to escape custody
Made it home just in time to hear my mom cus at me
She thinks I'm off track
And doesn't want me to run the streets
Where Police pass batons beating niggas to the white meat
And never miss a day of pay just lay at home with wifey

Is it real
Is it real?
All the people you say you killed?
Is it real
Is it real
All the people you say you killed?