Real Recognize Real (remix) ft. Mack Chamberlain Lyrics

We smoke a lot

We drink a little

Connect the dots

We're in the middle

The hidden image

Among the stars

This shit is simple

You make it hard

How many zealots died?

Before they realized zeal alone would get you nowhere

Doing psychedelics, breathing in the cold air

Reporting on America like Stephen Colbert

Brtha 3 produce, Chamberlain raps

We just tryna produce some shit

That's finna slap

Activate my third eye, like I'm playing Yu-Gi-Oh

Then I flip the trap card, call that shit the studio

Put it in attack mode, fight the urge to smack hoes

We paved the way for this fly shit, like pterodactyls

Until we get fossilized, better yet immortalized

Your pineal glands are crystalized, ours are fortified

If my mom knew what I was on, she'd be mortified

Really on our Jimi Hendrix, really on our Bob Dylan

Really on my thirty-three, call that shit the "Scott Pippen"

B is on his MJ, Terrible, Tandem

Please don't make us have to Kobe B & Shaq them

Counting beads on these rosaries, religious practice

Ten Hail Mary's and still I ain't graceful

Niggas open up their pie holes and get their face full

Hoes aren't faithful, hoes aren't savable

Trying to lead a horse to water, end up in a stable

That thirst can't be quenched

Then you know the sequence, so frequent

We go from hot to cold like the seasons

Equinox the solstice, think about your soul bitch

And yes Coolidge Park is for the kids

Like a bowl of Trix

Kiddos call me Beatrix, only want the kill bill

Bringing tears to my eyes, the shit is real sentimental

Quick to split a cigarillo like I'm midnight cinderella

How high you finna get? My nigga hella because

We smoke a lot

We drink a little

Connect the dots

We're in the middle

The hidden image

Among the stars

This shit is simple

You make it hard