audio applause I'm Mr big shot but you was my star Hey Juliet I guess our books done huh You know I ain't book smart Cause I just thought that was a book
read your messages twice, thrice Four times a night, it's true Everyday I patiently wait Feeling like a fool but I do anyway Nothing can feel as sweet and as real
Dedicate to the true believer in you Finally, put it to the test Finally Make no mistake to the mainstream Music be the master planner Just like the books
some of it true? [Busta Rhymes] Well I read about you in a couple of books too son But I don't even know, tell me which book you readin from [Big Tigger
sittin' in my living room Dozed off to sleep So I start to dreamin' I dreamed I walked in a place and I saw a real strange, weird object Standin' up
} Yo it's like speeding down the highway with a blind fold on no hands on the wheel hopin' God will lead me my way and I know he real so my grandma say
' like crabs I have carte blanche, the vagabond Nas is the narcissist, my pockets are rotund I'm no killa, but compared to you, I'm more real'a You ain
of the next days, looking at the x-rays Talking ?bout the options and talking ?bout sweet times? I asked him when it sank in That this might really be the real
Verse 1: Yes Estelle here like you never ever seen before Oh it?s real believe I always leave you wanting more No, it?s really not a game you think I?
I need a woman 'bout twice my age A lady of nobility, gentility and rage Splendor in the dark, lightning on the draw We'll go right through the book and
peddler to the corner girl Life is a carnival It's in the book Life is a carnival Take another look Hey, buddy, would you like to buy a watch Real
dry And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die Did you write the book
we all up in the studio, oh aight, won't you drop this joint? Yo I can't yo I might not be able to make it there It there for real? Yo I got a idea put
The rest of my life The rest of my Life, dead presidents, devilishment Overthrow kings from they thrones 'cause of they negligence Death, real shit'll
the, soul of our born As we hold the Quran, Kamikaze style Older cats coachin' us on, yo it's kill or be killed Understand, real'll be real, a forty-shot
of my life The rest of my life [Verse 1: Nas] LIFE, dead presidents, devilish meant Overthrow king thrones just 'cause of their negligence DEATH, real
me, because I'm beautiful Could be dandruff, our prices are insane Stop, Prime Time I'm pretty sure I'll be sick If I have to watch another stupid pet trick Or that guy with the real
t make me act a clown I ain't in a gang but I can talk the slang I know the Ebonics hand book like it aint no thang so I must be real yo I listen