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Artist: Common f/ Elijah Blake
Album:  Nobody's Smiling
Song:   Real
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[Chorus: Elijah Blake]
You niggaz ain't real
I think you need to stop pretending
These niggaz ain't ill
And we know the deal
Niggaz ain't on
Here today and the next you're gone
cause you niggaz ain't real
And we know the deal, yeah we know the deal

87-strip walker, I'm a shit talker
Fuck all night, yo, dependin what I'm offered
Had a white girl I tossed her, Black girl I lost her
Break bread with the stones I'm the rock of Gibraltar
Salt of the earth for what it's worth yo 
From birth I was first with a verse, live niggaz don't rehearse
Wear the prophets on the shirt, yeah yeah that's the creed
I can give a fuck if it's real OR a weave
I tell you when you look good and keep it right there
I'm as important to the Chi as my nigga Mike Air
Jordan 3s' on the feet as we breeze down Lake Shore
Deez are the days that we bake more to make more
I been livin in the moment lately
It's like the love and the hate seem to motivate me
Lady, LAY-DAY~! That body crazy
You been workin out on this thing, if it's not tell me if it's really real


I'm the sole controller, opposite of sober
Flow from the Southside to South Angola
Mami wanna strip, then yeah, I'ma poke her
And go all in and stretch it out like yoga
I'm flexin, sexi', oiled up like Texan
+Survivor+, +Soldier+, a +Child+ is +Destined+
A star is born in a Chicago storm
The name is Common, I'm anything but the norm, uh
Six in the mornin, something warm informin
I'm sweatin like I'm performin on tour and uh
Y'all fuckin with this like porn
Put ya fists up cause you know I ride on
new planes and plateaus, made it through the black hole
I rhyme in a timeless capsule, I rap fo' 
niggaz in the barber shops and broads that's hot
I run the town, I'm a fuckin juggernaut
This shit is real