Real Talk

The vocals and music is all me (Purptionary™)
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The Boss co-wrote. Just a bit of fun, all of you should try it  

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BOSS:
Why are half of the half steppers preaching the streets
When they can't formulate lines if dre produced the beats
Put out an album, i'll get my quarter back like them niggas who step in the cleats,
I'm jaded and lacerated like I just beat down and my shit took,
I'm shook, how the hell did life become so misunderstood
The boss ain't supposed to feel like I'm only one fourth real,
Kind of like these metrosexuals having one half queer appeal
I gave my heart and soul dedicated to this bitch
I would have laid my life out to this bitch
I would have killed you and your moms for this bitch
And now i'm not good enough to produce her kids?
I'm not stressing the lesson is I'll keep guessin
And flip the script til I'm deceased and not livin'
this isn't pre-mediated this pure driven
If you thought I was dead, then the dead has risen,
From the ashes to clash on some real shit
While you produce anus chatter, and call it a hit.

DAN:
Evidently, we're big bad and bold
Evidently,, not doing what we're told
Evidently, situations unfold
and Evidently, eventually shit gets cold
Bitches grow mould
Evidently, we shouldn't have rolled
Now we're clapped out
Bitches give me trouser trout
You know what this is all about
Evidently, things beyond control
Diamonds turn to coal
Out, unleashed, I'm on parole
Evidently, troll stole my soul
And you
Have evidentally
Been through
The same shit
Nothing aint new
It's all gone before
Bitches and whores
Whose rapports explore
Us, tear up, torn apart, what for?
Stand up, don't take it anymore
Forget battles, we're talkin war...

BOSS:
I'm an army of me
Not an army of one
I'm bringing all my personalities to the battlefield
SyN will tear your heart out
Anathematized will steal your soul
I'm cold as ice, with blood black as coal
I bleed oil so george bush can suck my dick
Fuck AMERICA, nothing but hypocrites
Now you can get excited and spit your pre-thought up quips
I'll be loading the AK, screaming "AL-BOSSA" with extra clips
You can see me stoked out smoking them trees
I'm going back to thug-life, put a bitch on her knees
Suck on the end of my dick, while your man sucks on the end of the glock
Take a look at the clock, I haven't slept
I'm pissed and you haven't wept
As much as I have over some shit that doesn't make sense
The addition isn't adding right,
The division has remainders
I'm remaining in focus of the goal at hand
While DeeP strokes E off with his holy-hand.

DAN:
I aint on a hype thing
Out here tryin do the right thing
And although I don't mind fightin'
I'll stick to spittin' and writin'
Don't mind him
Pissed cause his life's grim
America can still suck my shit
Admit it's full of tits Bush transmits
more STD's than clits
Not on a politic thing though
Just trying to show
Compassion in a fashion
That's akin to war rations
Feedin' the bleedin'
When his hearts needin'
Shock therapy
You get me?

BOSS:
I guess if I have to suffer,
I'm going to clear my mind of the clutter,
It could be more political abrasions or just sexual gutter
I'm feeling the sting of loss pinch my lips,
The feeling of regret has sunk to my hips
I can't move from this chair, can barely breathe
I'm gasping for air all the while I seethe
I see the anger rising, and know violence is key
I could start a war or raise anarchy
Why this has to happen to me
Everytime I just start to repair
And ment a broken heart is beyond me
I guess I'm tragedy prone, blessed with misery
I thank god for the suffering bestowed to me
Yeah I'm hardcore on a real tip
I'm not on this for battles are manuer talk
I walk the walk, save the chit chat for the poser-mobile
The elite of e-hip-hop coke music generation
It's fucked up when I can feel I'm not hitting perfect penetration
But she swears I'm the only one hittin'
I guess I'm just paranoid or lost in the sauce
A train's coming torwards the tracks...do I dare to cross?(get it?)

DAN:
Yeah, I know bout crossin'
Talkin London Underground
I'm renowned for tossin'
But I don't wank, hustle round
Graftin' cause I'm gritty
You can suck my titty
You can think I'm witty
You can think I'm shitty
we all know these people want to BE ME!
They can't be, never will be, see
We all know the streets are black
And the train tracks
Is where we used to sell smack
Even my mum's on crack mate
I stated that from the start
So when this train departs
I've got your back, it's not too late
Don't leave it up to fate, debate
Irate and shout, stand up, release mate, create mate
I swear I've got your back mate...
Just follow...

BOSS:
I just wish things were back to normal
Odds are I lost another on to a war within
I'm passing out from the mere knowledge I'm at fault
Or did it just go back to default
How things were meant for all the wrong I've done
My life is karma instance, I've come unglued
I have lot to be thankful for like all the pussy I screwed
But getting to the bottom of it as I get ready to weep once more,
I feel in love with a woman, who fell in love with a whore(me)
And so I'll end this, with a cheers and shot of rum,
Remember who I am outside this group,
Now I'm back on the run.

DAN:
Look, step back, relax
Let's all face the facts
We're a pair of handsome chaps
May wear backwards caps
And spit our unheard raps
To a bunch of hopeless saps
Sometimes we may collapse
Relapse to flappin flaps
But I told you I've got my maps
Don't sleep, don't take naps
No need to bust caps
Wait for time to elapse
Then come back with an axe
In love with hoes with racks
Puttin on hard man acts
Have no tact, don't pay tax
To the man that's in your slacks
When you decide to lax
I'll be waiting at the tracks...

BOSS:
Alright thought about it,
Talked it over with multiple voices
I'm leaving option on the table like multiple choices
It's now become a game
All that's missin is a name and a frame
Some pieces move better than others
Life's like dominos will you take cover?
I cleared the cluster and mustered
Enough animosity to clearly cause fatalities
I called her today, as she further stripped my mentality
Sadly I got a 85.5% chance of it working out
That leaves enough room to load clips in doubt,
I figured i could comitt murder easier then suicide
I couldn't kill myself, I got too much pride,
And I don't mean rainbow flags, I got too much pride of self,
I found a scythe in the shed sittin on a shelf,
Call me the reaper man, i absorb the poor health
And forever chillax at the station
Crossroads blazin,
Waiting for the train to hit or miss...

DAN:
Woah, woah, woah
Sit back in your chair, calm down
Have another beer, calm down
I know that it's sinkin', calm down
no need to drown
If we can't find a way around
We'll find a way across
If we can't go across, Boss
We'll WALK straight through
So little time, so much to do
Just who can we trust?
Ourselves turned to dust
Back in the day we couldn't be told, robust
Now a little older, the shoulder's gettin colder
You never should have told her
When lust turned to love
It's the problem and the solution thereof
Don't shove another one off virtual cliffs
I can be the domino cover, offering gifts
I'm the brother of darkness
I can help you discard the victim and the witness
This sickness is my dictum, never less
Than full throttle
I've got the bottle
Let's down it!