"Moment of Truth" Intermental feat. Buck.Shot
 

(talkin) Intermental: Yall niggas really gonna feal dis, the whole first floor crew always elevatin, Intermental a rookie with my nigga Buck aint nobody stoppin us now, feel me?

Verse 1(Intermental):

i said it ain't, always jus about the dollars and cents,
but if push comes to shove, i'm a baller with sense,
'tween knowledge and ends, if i had to pick? i'm not gon pretend,
i'd prolly take the paper and hope all my problems would end,
who wouldn't, i'm still tryna do good in the world,
i can't foresee the future so i'm tryna push for my girl,
aheada my time, i'm tryna get ahead with my rhymes,
i'm livin in a different speed, by the devil's design,
my number one objective is simply gettin that paper,
and gettin my weight up, i ain't got time for sweatin them haters,
rather just do me, while they can do them,
and then, we'll see later, who's beggin for favours,
i ain't gon waste no time while there's paper to chase,
i'm grindin 24-7, fuck takin a break,
coz what my family eats depends on what i'm able to make,
so the only thing i know is y'all can't say that i'm fake...

chorus:

round one, count's two, bounce three, down four,
lace up ya sneaks, prepare to play ball,
step to ya rep, its time to game on,
the real are playin for court, you suckas can stay off,
coz, this here, is the game of life,
so, all you players, raise ya mics,
and, come with the real shit, or pay the price,
there's, one life to live, so play it right...

verse 2 (Intermental):

now, lemme take a minute just to lay some facts down,
coz, everybody askin how i feel bout rap now,
if ya think hiphop is dead? you gotta get ya head checked,
you prolly bumpin too much of your shit up in ya headsets,
see, you think you're killing fools on that lyrical shit,
but your shit sounds beat up, like miracle whip,
so dead that, i'm here to give the fans a spiritual lift,
i'm blowin they minds - without a physical drift,
i'm talkin bout the fake emcees who spray on beats,
with a million fuckin guns, but can't stay on beat,
i see y'all tryna make that green but game is weak,
you know, jus like those so-called ballers who ain't make the team?
i'm tired of that shit, so its time i told it to you,
to see the money tree you gonna have to grow from the roots,
learn to flow with some style, show some soul in the booth,
consider this ya lucky day coz its your moment of truth..

chorus:

round one, count's two, bounce three, down four,
lace up ya sneaks, prepare to play ball,
step to ya rep, its time to game on,
the real are playin for court, you suckas can stay off,
coz, this here, is the game of life,
so, all you players, raise ya mics,
and, come with the real shit, or pay the price,
there's, one life to live, so play it right...

Verse 3 (Buck.Shot):

Everybody wanna holla about whats Real
I'ma just go 'head n say if ya spit the truth in the booth after ya get a Deal
Then u got Mass appeal, with a lyrical Feel
that theres my definiton on whats Real
Make a meal, stay true too the Street
reppin your Family, an match ya Flow too the Beat
aint gota be no thug, just say the Dope Rhymes
we'd much rather hear a Punch than you cockin back some Nines
Go back in time, ta the days of Big daddy Kane
an Kool G rap was spittin realness for the Game
now NWA started the gangster rap
Just a money scheme an little kids fell right into the Trap
Trynna immitate, trynna tempt Fate
it was always gon happen, no matter how much we Debate

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Niggas gotta feel this right here even if yall have beef with us, like i said aint nobody stoppin us now. hollla at me wit feedback peace...

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