It's Real - Datkid, Baileys Brown, Datkid, BAILEYS BROWN

Ey yo it’s the takeover.

the 495's brains blower

Make your style feel to get a makeover

I grip mic leads, wipe clean the black leather 90's

And keep a bitch on a tight leash with a chain choker

I’m on some turn up and rock the boat shit

My presence makes you feel claustrophobic

Don’t even chat to me if you don’t know the code

Or the company I hold, on some keep you on your toes shit

You just come off stage the rooms already more crowded

You’re styles already dead, I’m just drawing chalk round it

Before I stuff a fucking cork down it, leave you dumbfounded

I does shit, you just talk 'bout it

I rep for Bris, get bare love when I walk round it

And not just because I rap, I take it back to when loving was Maccies

Back when I used to buy five draws from crackies and wear two pairs of trackies

It’s real, the kid can’t be touched

Boy you better chill, ain’t shit harming us

Do the mathematics, all we do is jam like bad traffic

And still kill it, you ain’t in our lane it’s just physics

It’s real, the kid can’t be touched

Boy you better chill, ain’t shit harming us

Do the mathematics, all we do is jam like bad traffic

And still kill it, you ain’t in our lane it’s just physics

It’s real.

I put my phone back through the door

In 09 I was snatching mics now I’m the act you support

From the rags side of Bris, wear my tracksuit to court

Keep the score draw packed in a raw like (That shit’s the draw)

Walk around with my hands in my drawers

I’ve asked nice, I won’t ask twice, hand me the torch

Yeah we’re a threat, fuck rap beef on the internet

I’ll send Bil Next to drop you mid set, man it’s real

The clique can’t be touched, we got this shit gripped by the scruff

Better dip like a clutch

You lot drop some shit, we drop some shit twice as tough standardly

Half you faggot rappers are just fans to me

Nothing but trouble that’s why promoters can’t handle me

But randomly I’m still booked, do a full character the steel crook

I got your backs to the wall, they tried having me down

I’m still standing up tall, it’s just physics

It’s real, the kid can’t be touched

Boy you better chill, ain’t shit harming us

Do the mathematics, all we do is jam like bad traffic

And still kill it, you ain’t in our lane it’s just physics

It’s real, the kid can’t be touched

Boy you better chill, ain’t shit harming us

Do the mathematics, all we do is jam like bad traffic

And still kill it, you ain’t in our lane it’s just physics

It’s real.