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Fifty dollar bills in a G-string Stay fly Nike Airs see me speed
Same plain *** that I did last week Why the *** you staying meditating with medication?
I can feel the void of all my empty places Taking pills to replace the sensation
Playing the field Don't wanna ***, she take it still
Its like I have no will To go and show the world
What a man got: No heart or speed
I stop, it's like I'm unlucky. See? I can't be the man I wanna be
Please, help me. So faded, stuck in placement
A replacement of headaches I stay waiting on a quick-change
Too bad its unchanging The cycle of time lacing back and forth
They hating I'm just straight debating on
*** Waiting. Remember bring your kid to work day?
***, I sat in the corner And just played
All stray Two meals a day
Now, I don't eat. I'm just filling up my ash tray.
Every other kid got to throw ball My dad had a fun time just throwing my mom
Think you've seen ***? *** you, and this *** song, too
You think you've seen ***? You're wrong. I'm just being honest, dawg; I'm being raw.
Drugs (...) Snorting lines of ***
*** your ***, I stay the same Yeah, I don't even, try to gain
My self-esteem is raising cain *** mad, because I'm on this ***
But the difference is they're sucking ***. I'm in the booth, I don't give a ***
You diss me, and I'm gonna get you fixed, ***.
***, I ain't playing. This track is like a wasteland
For everyone who's hating When I'm on the beat, you don't speak
You try to, and I'll sink your teeth Fluent blood is what you see
Now do you wanna *** with me? Drugs (...)
Second verse gets more intense I'm gonna go ahead and snort a tenth
In the woods, I'll drag you dead *** you, just like I said
If you don't believe me, I'll show you how I'll sneak my way inside your house
Body pierced without a sound Who the *** gonna save you now?
I'm without a doubt a psycho I just might go wild, hoe
And show you the lights for whenever you end up dead
IS-R3AL as I can get Drugs, money, I'm the best
No one can touch these Jets. Drugs (...)
***!
*** intro... Snorting lines of ***
*** your ***, I stay the same Yeah, I don't even, try to gain
My self-esteem is raising cain *** mad, because I'm on this ***
But the difference is they're sucking ***. I'm in the booth, I don't give a ***
You diss me, and I'm gonna get you fixed, ***.
***, I ain't playing. This track is like a wasteland
For everyone who's hating When I'm on the beat, you don't speak
You try to, and I'll sink your teeth Fluent blood is what you see
Now do you wanna *** with me? Second verse gets more intense
I'm gonna go ahead and snort a tenth In the woods, I'll drag you dead
*** you, just like I said If you don't believe me, I'll show you how
I'll sneak my way inside your house Body pierced without a sound
Who the *** gonna save you now? I'm without a doubt a psycho
I just might go wild, hoe And show you the lights for whenever you end
up dead IS-R3AL as I can get
Drugs, money, I'm the best No one can touch these Jets.
***!
Yo, everybody turning up, while me and Trey go rolling up
I hate high school And *** college
Virginity? I carry a Trojan in my wallet All you *** wanna hit
I only got enough weed to spend my life in a bliss
Everyone's pissed off Yeah, I got 'em
You suck at rap, you're diss ain't worth a dollar
Suck my *** I'm done Catch ya later, alligator
Thumbs down to this song I think I'm speaking for everyone when I say
I'm gonna just go ahead and drop out today I can live with my mom
And *** kids Who really needs a job when dad can pay the
rent? I just slack off and spend everyday
Sleeping 'til noon, wouldn't have it any other way
I'll just be real, I can't tell a lie. Why be enrolled when I just skip all the time?
And John gets mad because the principal's calling
"Your son needs to get his *** in the office. I thought he went to school?"
Nah, I lied. I'm out smoking
And giving these *** a ride Bye
I hate high school And *** college
Virginity? I carry a Trojan in my wallet All you *** wanna hit
I only got enough weed to spend my life in a bliss
Everyone's pissed off Yeah, I got 'em
You suck at rap, you're diss ain't worth a dollar
Suck my *** I'm done Catch ya later, alligator
Thumbs down to this song (Trey): *** lunch, breakfast and brunch
I'd rather eat out Octomom's *** What the *** you want?
Three A's? I'd rather shoot up GSA with an AK and walk
away Now what the *** you got to say?
Is it a good day? Or a bad one? I don't know, ***,
Lets have some fun before I'm on the run from the cops
First, I better dispose of this gun My punk ways got me on the brink of flunking
the 10th grade Sue me for saying this
But Tanner shot off his own legs Now he's walking around school
On a wooden peg Now how the *** do you expect me to make
it? But I can't take it.
Put a *** in it, you *** faggots, because...
(IS-R3AL): I hate high school And *** college
Virginity? I carry a Trojan in my wallet All you *** wanna hit
I only got enough weed to spend my life in a bliss
Everyone's pissed off Yeah, I got 'em
You suck at rap, you're diss ain't worth a dollar
Suck my *** I'm done Catch ya later, alligator
Thumbs down to this song Hey Trey, you wanna smoke today?
*** yeah, I'll bring the weed. Let's have a party.
Yeah, bro, I'm gonna steal this Bugatti I'll bring a four-door, and pick up the hotties
When it comes to *** you can't have enough. I'll bring the *** and fill up the cups
*** school, I'd rather live in a rut So what more do you want?
***! I hate high school
And *** college Virginity? I carry a Trojan in my wallet
All you *** wanna hit I only got enough weed to spend my life in
a bliss Everyone's pissed off
Yeah, I got 'em You suck at rap, you're diss ain't worth a
dollar Suck my *** I'm done
Catch ya later, alligator Thumbs down to this song
Yeah girl I'm about to kill it on this track
Yeah girl, you got me meditating Master, well, you get the rest
I'm rolling up in my room so I can reminisce About the parts that weren't so clean
You know the ones, where it was just you and me?
You and I will be like a dream team So let's skip the wedding and just put on
this ring And give me an option
Am I yours or are you mine? Mister IS-R3AL, yeah, I stay on my grind
If you like, we can stay up 'til five Or we can go to sleep now
I just wanna get mine For hours, you've had my mind down in the
sink I think its about time I called my shrink
Damn girl, you looking so fine You gotta way to just pickpocket my mind
I can't keep a secret Yo, its getting bad
Call 911, I'm about to have a heart attack Is it hot in here or are you getting feisty?
Our connection is similar to lightning Just like you, my verses are tight, see?
Girl, you're all that I need, you better believe Forever and ever, it's just you and me, it's
like I'm stuck in a dream
Take off my shirt, and open my chest Play with my zipper, then lower your hands
I'm getting excited, yo, I wanna hear you scream
Come closer; I can hear your heart beat You are the flow to this rhyme
You're the reason the sun sets when its night You're messing with me
I'm getting all distorted This is Candyland, and you're the owner
Damn girl, you looking so fine You gotta way to just pickpocket my mind
I can't keep a secret Yo, its getting bad
Call 911, I'm about to have a heart attack Is it hot in here or are you getting feisty?
Our connection is similar to lightning Just like you, my verses are tight, see?
Girl, you're all that I need, you better believe Forever and ever, it's just you and me, it's
like I'm stuck in a dream
So last night, I got a little drunk What the ***?
And where the hell are my car keys? Man, what's gotten into me?
Lately, I've been I've just been ditching my friends
Trying to get in every single *** I find a ten
The funny *** is that I always succeed My wallet's getting thinner
I just live with the breeze One night you see me, cruising around, like
turn up? Shh, there's about five *** in my backseat
The next night, I'll be looking for a place to sleep
This is the life. I ain't living on the edge, I already jumped off, I'm diving with my head.
And *** drugs, who really needs that ***? I just roll weed because you know there's
a difference between smoking a blunt and popping 50 pills
Whenever I light up, I do that *** to chill. If the cops ever catch me, I'll just wheel
and deal They end up leaving with twenty grams, forreal.
Call me Drake, this *** ain't a mistake Catch me in the booth crying when nothing
was the same It's a shame all the rappers try and diss
The funny *** is you all look like a *** This is my style, freeze it
Man, nothing better than this. So when I'm sitting and drinking all this
cold liquor, I'll find a *** bottle
And down it quicker than you can say Tigger T-I-double G-er
I'm one of the best rappers to ever spit on this ***
Get on Twitter and tweet all my lyrics Every *** day
Like, IS-R3AL, I'm the best in the game And if you don't like my ***, hit skip,
Man, *** fame.
Hey, Willie, your mom's calling I'mma just go ahead and ignore the call
This IS-R3AL Hit me up
Yo, alright Life is such a ridiculous, inconspicuous excuse
for someone to put up a pattern of a falling factor.
The fact that the human race is gaining mass has influently influenced rappers for selling
crack, or whatever they like to do.
My passion is behind the mic selling a record or two.
But you do you, and I'mma be me, Mister IS-R3AL, yeah, my job is eating ***
emcees So when you see me out on the street,
I ain't buying or selling because its all handed to me.
You see what I mean? You keeping up beat? My rhymes so complexly infecting everyone
under eighteen, pretty soon you're going to need
an antibiotic just for whenever you hear me being the crazy,
killing, filthy man that I am.
Now, I'mma go ahead and drop the ball and do it again.
My rhymes are conspicuously infinitely ending other
rapper's careers like I'm smashing all their CD's.
All we do is eat, sleep, drive around, and repeat.
Smoking, to keep myself in a constant state of mind.
Pen and paper, all I do is write. ***, I stay behind the mic,
My swagger is explicit, this blunt will keep me in flight.
No one can *** with this ***. I'm a rapper, white, and I don't give a ***,
***. It's the sentimental things that are simple
Lighten up to put my world up in a switched-flow Writing for the progress, a riddle of life,
most people don't understand, but I've met Satan twice.
For the people who think that they know, they can lay awake at night, popping 20 different
pills I'm my own kind
This rap *** is like a foot-race, and I'm up ahead.
Nike decked out, ***, I'm always repping my brand
*** the kid, I'm a man, and if you argue with this ***
Hit skip, it don't bother me a bit. My rhymes are conspicuously infinitely ending
other rapper's careers like I'm smashing all their
CD's. All we do is eat, sleep, drive around, and
repeat. Smoking, to keep myself in a constant state
of mind. Pen and paper, all I do is write.
***, I stay behind the mic, My swagger is explicit, this blunt will keep
me in flight. No one can *** with this ***.
I'm a rapper, white, and I don't give a ***, ***.
That hits the spot...
You stupid *** are dissing me? You can't even rap!
That last song hurt Ouch!
It's IS-R3AL again 5' 9" I stand high
You *** shook the wrong build You think I'm pissed off?
I'm at an all-time high I'm about to bomb this ***
I'll catch you in the hall and sink your teeth You wanna talk about a fat ***?
I got eight feet, see? Whenever I come on dissing, I'll put you in
a submission quicker than you're ***
You slow down, then speed back up, sounding like you need an inhaler, ***,
back the *** up! You can tell Trey if he opens his mouth
I'm choke slamming his ***, faggots, what now?
Kiona is having Cornbread, conking you in the head
Will-I-A1nt, call me a fat *** ***? Hit the gym and do some sit ups and then think
again Next time you make a diss track
IS-R3AL as I get, I'm a cocky *** *** ***, say it again, I've got all your ex
girlfriends, I'll give them a lift with this ***.
Ever rode eight feet high? Yeah, I'm this ***, I'm the best in the biz
since Ben Samms was on this ***. I'm going HAM, get nine guys, bring your whole
clan It won't make a difference, I'm still kicking
***. All I need is a nine inch knife, and I'mma
cut all you *** Put you in a casket and sink you to the sea
You can stay recording through you're Turtle Beaches
You're a bunch of wannabe's *** *** trying to *** ***
up *** it, take this rap ***, its *** nuts!
I've released three songs and I've already got people dissing
Man, that's what's up You wanna get in my sister?
***, go ahead, and try, but by the time you went to kiss her
Randolph plus Kanawha would be eating you alive
You're a dumb *** I think she's getting pissed
We better grab a *** for this wannabe *** *** is wack!
You hear me? Your *** *** is wack!
Release another diss album, do it, ***!
Yo! This IS-R3AL
Intro Chillin' with the best in the game
Gimme another three years and I'll be on my way
I don't even hesitate, these *** understand my lang
What else can I say? Every day is a vacation. I've said it before: *** education.
I'm done wasting my time on all your hating This song is a restoration of my reputation
I don't even talk ***, boy, I just do it When it comes to being dope, you *** is
clueless My music is how I succeed
This is prime time and its featuring me You all know I stay on my grind
So stay outta my way Cause I'm just living my life
I don't mean to be cocky What do you do with all this swag?
Swishers with amaretto, the cat's in the bag Jacked up trucks, or a Mercedes Benz
It don't matter, you rolling weed and you're my friend
***, let's get to it, I've got 200 grams Get the *** in here
I'm about to remove these pants. All my music is getting distorted
Yours is boring, so go ahead and tell a pointless story
This is warning: Whenever I go pro, I'll never quit.
Seventy years old, still spitting this ***. When I get rich, I'mma give it all away
I don't need money, I'll just live in a haze Once more into the fray
I choose to live on this day What'd he say?
My songs ain't making sense? Well, get a dictionary, roll some weed and
maybe you'll get a glimpse. You all know I stay on my grind
So stay outta my way Cause I'm just living my life
I don't mean to be cocky What do you do with all this swag?
Swishers with amaretto, the cat's in the bag Jacked up trucks, or a Mercedes Benz
It don't matter, you rolling weed and you're my friend
***, let's get to it, I've got 200 grams Get the *** in here
I'm about to remove these pants.
Hello, I would just like to wish everyone a Merry Christmas
and I hope you enjoy this freestyle. When I get outta Elkins, boy, I'mma just live
I'll hit up Philly and New York Cali's where I'mma sit
Get a crib not a mansion cause the studio is my gist
I'll sit on the couch all day SpongeBob and Dexter's Lab
Born in '98 but the chronic is still my jam Yeah, they say I'm young but the elders just
don't understand After they're all gone, IS-R3AL will be the
man I don't really party
I'm too smart to get on a drag I'd rather play video games, just chill and
play the pen Everybody wanna argue, but this place is too
far for me Oh man
If I could chose I would have never met my friends
I'd go back in time and tell my dad to run because
he could be a better man I don't really fight, I'll just knock you
out with my jams Cause just give me a pen and paper
It's like a gun in both hands Now, I'm a rapper, after everybody wanna clan
If Caleb can rap it can't be that hard *** please, your lyrics are bland
Honestly, I don't like confrontation, I'd rather just be your friend.
Cause if you *** me off, I can be rough, that's who I am.
You call my music boring, but you have no taste
So go ahead and listen to your country gospel and anything else.
But you all can't deny, rap is what's bring wealth
All you stupid hipsters can get shot up for all I care
Anyone who's not me sucks ***, I've established that.
That's what's funny, school's holding me back Once I graduate, my music will blast
Hit the world with a new picture, purpose, and plan
Iller than Mac Miller Yeah, IS is definitely the man
So Merry Christmas to everyone. I hope you enjoyed my freestyle... Have a nice day.
(Eminem- The Real Slim Shady chorus)
So everyday I'm chillin' Just trying to make a killin'
with this music I'm usin' You clueless faggots is dissin'
I'm building myself up you can never break me down
Bodybuilder/rapper, I'm bringing the new sound Local rappers hate and they all get irate
cause anything I wear is like putting swag on a plate
Haha, just kidding And I know it's getting tempting to call me
out in a song But you're all just looking silly
You're outta the loop I'm tying the knot so go ahead and scoot
Khakis, a white T, and I'm always reppin' Nike
Right now, I ain't wearing *** She pulling me aside to see anything I want
Cause that's how I live: In the moment, and I'm holding up a glass,
***. Whenever I'm on the mic, the world stops in
rotation cause they all wanna listen.
And there's no debating whenever my songs are played
You're either keeping it straight or you're on a couch hating, I keep I day
by day I'm always gonna ball
cause every time I shoot you're either gonna sprawl or fall
My flow's mixing you up? I'll put you in a blender
Stop pretending like I ain't a friend to her. She's on my menu, so that's what I'll eat.
Cause I don't stop or start I'm here to defeat any rapper feeling dapper
You get my physique? Cause push or shove, I'm always gonna stand
on my feet. You're music is bleak
I'm just telling you real *** How far can I go when I live in Elkins?
A year ago, I wasn't even a rapper Think about a year from now
Will I have an album? Fathom anyone better?
Exactly, you can't. You spend too much time raging on a rant
What if everybody chilled and there was never hate?
We all rolled weed, watched movies, and drink into a daze
Wait, let's stop for a moment and think about the positive.
I write for a motive What's your motivation?
I'm just being honest. Take a walk inside yourself
I'm living the dream What's life with no meaning?
You feelin' me?
Yo, this song is dedicated to anyone who ever wanted a song dedicated to them.
I'm drinking fast We *** slow
She feel me up I'm good to go
Tall drinks She's unique
I've never been set free Around the world away from this poverty
is where I need to be. *** real time, I feel like
nothing is worth my passion. I fill up a cup, it just bleeds out more fractions.
Every week and more interaction I wouldn't call it love
It's more like an obsession Stuck in what they say is a process of reattachment.
He established it was never mine in the first place
So why am my heart set on getting what the shmoes rate?
I'm so late on this *** She's already been hit
What's the point in money if they just want a relationship?
Take your pick as if your life depended on it
Knowing those emotions Until the time is spended on it
Last anointment, every morning I think about the same ***
Like hoes, money, rapping, and graduating school. ***.
All that is so far outta touch. Like, I'm not even sixteen, so what's the
rush? She blush, every time I look into her eyes.
Captivating, I'm just waiting on a chance to make it right.
What am I doing here...?... I wonder, what am I doing here...?...
What am I doing here...?... What am I doing here...?...
I'm in stuck in the past A present, like, what the hell is resurrection?
I'm pessimistic, still less addicted on this girl, like she a difference.
I'm a menace, sitting here like it makes the wind shift.
So what am I doing here? I guess I'm just warming bench.
What am I doing here...?... I wonder, what am I doing here...?...