Verse 1:
I’m feeling like it’s working, the feeling when I work it,
is feeling like if June ‘96 was in service,
the ceiling might move when I lift up to pen my cursive,
they predicting it will so the hype is fitting it’s purpose,
they was missing the real, I write it & make it worth it,
you call it how it feels, but as far as getting a word in,
you swallow that for real & keep it the way you heard it,
when they playing catch up I’m tearing the tape deck up,
maybe it’s April ‘94, half moon parting it,
& I don’t see a lane but I see the page as carving it,
so I don’t need a lane, you can keep away with the bargaining,
I ain’t wear a cuff yet, & you see where my cup rests,
sitting on the shoulders of anybody who jump next,
powder in the air, burgandy wears, upper deck,
none of them can worry me, my penning is worry free,
& the moment it breathes it’s September 13th

Hook:
It’s the return of the real, ’bout as real as you knew,
see how I jumped in this for real, yeah I’m living the proof,
know that you wanted it for real so I give you the new,
& you remember how it feel so I give you that too
(Repeat 2x)

Bridge:
I see ‘em looking for the real but they ain’t find that yet,
a couple made it, but they ain’t recognize that yet,
I see ‘em looking for the real but they ain’t find that yet,
a couple made it, but they ain’t wann’ rewind that yet,
so now they looking on me,
they looking towards me,
now they looking on me,
they looking towards me,
now they looking on me,
they looking towards me,
& they recognize I as the look that they all need

Verse 2:
And for the visually impaired they stared until they saw it,
it was clearer than the thinnest of air, so they was on it,
fuck comparing, ain’t a thing over there that can walk along it,
beside it, or in front of it, try it & live under it,
one of the last left who pen it as it is,
so from jump I was past left & spinning back again,
they don’t get it, they don’t com-pre,
‘hend it, so my talk be,
listed as different, they throw their hindrances on me,
picture me tripping, my walk gifted, see it’s on beat,
“A” told me “get ‘em”, so I’ll get ‘em till they caulk me,
all said & done, you can all say that they all me,
birthed ‘em, if it’s ‘95 I August 1st ‘em,
couldn’t find nobody truer as far as verbs,
the mouthpiece for all the pursuers for what it’s worth,
so when it turns out that I be what the turn ’bout,
can’t say that I ain’t signal nobody to turn ’round

Hook