What's Real

What's real?
 ("The real question is...") What's real?
 ("Try your best to diagnose...") What's real
 ("People all around, you got to recognize and witness")
 I got soldiers that'll turn shit out, burn shit out
 Do I come correctly when it's my turn? No doubt
 I twisted trees in the cold with one hand wipin' my nose
 Girls say that I'm fly 'cause they be likin' my clothes
 But the clothes or the money can't make the man
 When I apply my vicious grip, you can't take it, man
 Face it and understand, there are no winnings for you
 What I'm beginnin' to do, is bring an endin' to you and your crew
 I sip a brew and at the same time drink the life out of you
 I righteously come through, created in the likeness of who?
 G-O-D, can sell a half a line for a G
 Check ballistics, you won't be takin' mine from me
 Oh boy, you p-noid, heard my lightnin' and thunder
 Not Thor but frightening, type of stress I've been under
 I'm the one-eyed Jack, I'm here to smack you back
 In '83, I seen stacks, run your kicks, take a flick and act
 (What's real?) Certified street poetry
 In the game a long time, so you know it's me, nigga
 (What's real?) Gang Starr, muthafucka, we live
 All you fake niggas run and hide, we wanna know
 (What's real?) It's Lil Dap in the place to be
 We livin' proof, supa star, you see, we wanna know
 (What's real?) The Foundation, yo, we presidential
 Y'all ain't built for what we been through
 Underground, I might as well record in the sewer
 Notorious lord of the war, tourin' Aruba
 Before I was crawlin' I'd warn you and show you the Ruger
 I'ma shoot four through your fedora, destroy your medulla
 I could get these niggas X'd, quick as sendin' a text
 For disrespect, shit'll be simple as orderin' an Uber
 I don't know what's quicker to change, them figures or fame
 But I guarantee you don't nothin' move more than the moolah
 All these rappers really cut out to do is squash the beef and dip
 Y'all need to cut out the diva shit
 Every time a nigga like Fever Nina come out the dealership
 The streets hear the sound of that Preem droppin' the needle skip
 Like Kane walkin' in "The Symphony"
 Abel is my brother who all he offers is infamy
 I bust Magnums, either strategize or duck faster
 I send his whole group home like Melachi the Nutcracker
 Preem blowin' weed, he a master on the courts
 I'm a student with the rap that's spewin' passion on the chorus
 While the smoke is in the air, feel like voodoo's on the floor
 'Cause we got the actual ashes of Guru on the boards
 He's sittin' right inside an urn in the session
 Lookin' down from Heaven to Gang Starr's current regression
 Earnin' successes, his legacy get treated like four themes
 Movin' forward then let his children eat off the proceeds
 (What's real?) Certified street poetry
 In the game a long time, so you know it's me, nigga
 (What's real?) Gang Starr, muthafucka, we live
 All you fake niggas run and hide, we wanna know
 (What's real?) It's Lil Dap in the place to be
 We livin' proof, supa star, you see, we wanna know
 (What's real?) The Foundation, yo, we presidential
 Y'all ain't built for what we been through
 (What's real?)
 ("Gang Starr, boy, and that's beyond your comprehension")