Rap for real

Have you ever seen a white rapping rastaman Who’s against tha Babylon system and its rules Who don’t deal with no fools, represent a new school Triggers him na pull, never give up, always act cool He has an international respect, remember that Russians are for real and it’s a proven fact Step back, you don’t need no trouble with us We ain’t no gangsters, but we’ve got connections You don’t need no prove, use your imagination We fight for recreation of peace, so please Pay attention to my voice, cause this is for the streets Take your seats, listen to my lyrics, listen to my beats Than shake your ass and move your feet Cause it’s hip-hop, baby, and we loving it And if you like that shit and it’s sweet to your ear Then put your fist in the air and let me here Rap for real It ain’t about money, it’s all about skills Rap for real It ain’t about money, it’s all about skills Rap for real It ain’t about money, it’s all about skills Rap for real It ain’t about money, it’s all about skill Like a wild lion, searching for my way to Zion Through Earth, water and fire Moving with style I smile Even then I’m tired after passing thousand miles Inspired by desire to win the war War against our only enemy the Babylon I’m the alien, born on the planet Earth I’m cursed by my rap game and only God knows the cost I’m the most respectable youngster Undisputed rap champion plus I’m rasta I ain’t no gangster, I repeat why? Because still I can make you cry So lick a pussy, boy, you na wanna fuck with I‘n’I Back up or me gonna shoot in your motherfucking blood eye See me style, so crazy, so wild I’n’I play with the rhyme like a child Rap for real It ain’t about money, it’s all about skills Rap for real It ain’t about money, it’s all about skills Rap for real It ain’t about money, it’s all about skills Rap for real It ain’t about money, it’s all about skills, son