[Verse 1]Go west young man, go west he saidBut don’t get caught up like the rest of themMost of them turn faker then the breast-a-sesAnd get their head spun around like the exorcistThen you got a gang of people trying to come in ya pocketsAnd roll up in ya hood on some Hezbollah shitAnd blow up in ya crib like Katyusha rocketsThen tell you there ain’t nothing you can do to stop itI rabble rouse with the Oi Oi OiYou better turn the other way when you see this boyFix ya face and reverse your joyYou dont wanna be around when that shit deploy (Mate)You better off run, chase some skirtOr kneel down prince of a god in churchI got the newspaper under my shirtNobody move nobody gets hurt[Hook]R-E-A-L T-A-L-KReal talk from Beantown to LAT-A-L-K about what’s rightAnd I never wrote a song that wasn't real in my lifeR-E-A-L T-A-L-KReal talk from bean town to LAT-A-L-K About what’s rightAnd I never wrote a song that wasn't real to my life[Verse 2]It's not dead, its far from thatLive and kicking every time you hear an Audible TrackBut it gotta go backTo Kool Herc where it startedTake a ride on Haley's Comet, bring the mountain to MohammadIf you want to keep it living you just got to maintainGet these motherfucking snakes off this motherfucking planeBang if you’re a G, hustle if you’re a hustlerBut please don’t rap cause you sound like a suckaSound like a chump and you sound like a dummyEnd of the day you're not taking nothing from meThis life is real, you fools can't hack itYou ain't built for it, you need more practiceSo I don’t check for those who claim to let their heater blastI only buck with those bring emceeing backBack to the rhythm of the concrete vestibuleOnce again, back It's in the incredible[Hook]R-E-A-L T-A-L-KReal talk from Beantown to LAT-A-L-K about what’s rightAnd I never wrote a song that wasn't real in my lifeR-E-A-L T-A-L-KReal talk from bean town to LAT-A-L-K About what’s rightAnd I never wrote a song that wasn't real to my life[Verse 3]I'm young and brash, trying to make a buck quickWhistle at a bird maybe try and get a duck sickIt's whatever fam, I’m weighing out my optionsThat’s the way I'm living, I don't think I'm ever stoppingA cantankerous wise ass from BostonPlaying with a band you should think about jockinRoll through your town looking fresh when we breezeJohnny Number 5 rock the dunk SB'sBut you won't find me in no Nike sneakersIt's chocolate and salmon high top adidasJ-The S style that snake skins from NevisJesus Christ the kids so niceEverytime you give him props you gotta give it to him twiceBeen buckin at the man for my whole adult lifeSo I'm wicked with the pen like I'm wicked with the mic[Hook]R-E-A-L T-A-L-KReal talk from Beantown to LAT-A-L-K about what’s rightAnd I never wrote a song that wasn't real in my lifeR-E-A-L T-A-L-KReal talk from bean town to LAT-A-L-K About what’s rightAnd I never wrote a song that wasn't real to my lifeI never stole another man's meal in my lifeI never been the type to pack steal in my lifeI'm not the one to wheel and deal in this lifeI'm sorry there'll be no revolution tonight
