Iz He 4 Real

Iz he 4 real?

Unbeknownst, unbelieved

Somebody light the fuse so I can bring bad news

To all these crews who can't NBA jam with the shoes

That double shot Hennessy got my mind trippin'

Drunk enough to start a campaign on ass kickin'

With my **** Keith who give assists like Scott Pippen

For MC derelict whippin', cap or cock twistin'

Drop your money in the slot if your block don't got a real representer

Cocked for action like my block got

Rhyme skills three and a quarter for them drop tops

Your caliber, straight up pussy who pop Glocks

While I kick facts, react on funky tracks

Give me room like the Hyatt while I run this jungle habitat

And if I snap, get that monkey off my back

Me and mic's together roll tighter than Slick and Vance Wright

Toast to the real MCs that can feel me

And if your bitch ain't jumpin' now then later on she will be

All these weak punk MCs kill me

They don't thrill me

Come to Jers' and get jacked like Jill G