Artist: NLZ & NPLAYZ
Album:  N-Destruktable
Song:   Whut's Real
Typed by Davida.b.

[Chorus X2: NLZ]
What's real? This is somethin that you ain't been through
Your story based on things you really didn't do
What's real? My peoples mind elevation
There's only one God, never born an imitation

[NLZ]
Yo, I never front to sell a record or two
Put my thoughts to the paper as I speak to you
Listen, we all seen what the drama can bring
Why can't we all get along while we doing our thing?
It's too personal, kids here always wanna battle
Bottom of the food chain, crawl through the gravel
You get slaughtered in the midst of war
Conquer foes through the ignorant use of metaphors
My eyes sore, wise work, the mind of an elder
Bars slide together like steel, the master welder
My foundation lay bricks before his steps
Elevated like the sun in the sky illuminous
Trying to shed light, but the wilderness strong
Gravitated to my aura through the words of my songs
Move along unseen by the visual eye
Like a spirit in the form of the luminous skies

[Chorus X2]

[NLZ]
Yo, I try to stray away from the trauma
I wanna see the sun rise for another tomorrow
I seen kids live the horror
Tears shaped a revelation for a mother and father
A broken home, these kids, they do their thang in the sreets
Some, they pop the metal when it's time to speak
Their favorite rap stars were Pac to Biggie Smalls
In a world where their heroes usually fall
Or succumb to violence
We bow heads with the observance of the moment of silence
It's like the nature, lessons born through my ?normal nature?
My energy exprees that my life force is ???
We all got a story to tell
What's the moral of the story if you do what sells?
It's a dude who keep it real, keep it real when they speak
They the only ones who get true respect in the street

[Chorus X2]

[NLZ]
Embrace the picture, bestow the art on the easel
The truth came to light from the deaths of the evil
You're really see through, your brain form is a sample
We don't need you, crack rappers out of capsules
Bred the ignorant, yeah you all got seeds
How many lived through they teens? Die for the cream
They doin things that we've already seen
Get it straight, they don't want to see behind pennitentiary gates
Wait, take a minute, stop and breath
We delt cards to the dealer with a trick up our sleaves
I believe we influence the youth, hip-hop is a tool
Use the manifest to hand them over the truth
Now it's rhyme for reason, what's your reason for rhyme?
To get rich quick, but it's a full circle in time
It's in the karma, negative polarities pull
You on trial with the judge, brought it back to the hood

[Chorus X2]