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lirik lagu fordson labs - is it real?

[hook: king cole]
let me ask you something – is it real? is it real? (yeah)
let me ask you something boy – is it real? is it real? (no?)
let me ask you something – is it real? is it real? (yeah)
let me ask you something boy – it’s all real! it’s all real!

[verse one: cartier]
ever since i laid eyes on a drum kit
deep inside my heart i told myself i really want it
now we’re in the studio and cooking up some dumb shit
rapping like a tesla we go 0 – 100
too quick, now i’m dreaming lucid
only making music
i know who the truth is
im looking right at him while looking in the mirror
mic in front my face but i could never see it clearer
watch me disappear
deep inside the cut you better read between the lines when i am here bruh
i know you hear us
so get your headphones monitors and speakers
the b-ss i got is kicking like a pair of sneakers
water by the liter, underwater breather
you know that i only bring the hits like derek jeter
so let me sing if i feel that way
if i make it you already know my dawgs getting paid
so i look into the sky
im counting all my blessings
when i come back down to earth
you know i’ve only got one question, aye

[verse two: king cole]
first time i laid my eyes on a six string
i told her baby imma make you mine and make you sing
ever since i’m fretting down the block like a wild thing
came a long way since sick days and my mandolin
packing raps in my flashpack plus tax
every saturday wake up to a stack of flapjacks
ever since a youngin’ got the congregation all thumping
imma young drummer boy get that rump-a-pum-pum
and i’m a young spring chicken, a young roadrunner
and i’m bombell spitting nagasaki run for cover
get c-cky in the summer, 17 with my brother
fordson labs, erlenmeyer formulating like i’m walter
all my dawgs to heaven, won’t ever be slaves
throw the shackles to the dirt, god bless i fly away
i’m in the chapel with homies and we spit amazing grace
i’m in the chapel with the homie and we spit amazing grace, bless

[verse three: the cariter]
24/7/365, ‘97 cadillac, automatic drive
and it’s been a long time since i’ve rhymed that
now i’m looking back and i’m asking where’s the time at
so i progress never stressing trabec when i keep em guessing
when i jump up on the keys that beat bang like a smith and wesson
but don’t get it twisted i always promote peace
with the penmanship i push for these people to know me
slowly i think they get it, come back to me when you got it
i’ve been drumming since the number of people on robert’s island
so, is it real, is it real, tell me homies is it real
all of yall just want to talk the numbers like a business deal
i just want to talk about progressions and the rhythm
and the tempo and the accents yall know fordson labs is packing so
tell me now, tell me now, i know it’s real so tell me now
walking ‘round the cartier is b-mping from your celly now

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