Beyond Real - Jigmastas

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Welcome

Yeah, to the next realm, the next level

Beatin' you in the head with a shovel

Yeah

Got to comprehend

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One time

Who’s the one that can’t comprehend a verse

That a man send like a cell phone when you hear the bell tone

Now let’s go, let’s go roam the streets get the cream from

Every single challenge that I meet, discretely

If you greet me, show and love reflect the same

Like a mirror what your heart is made of

The deal is to do niggas what niggas do to you

If they rob you, well, we ain’t got to be criminal too

Original Crew make up yourself, every time

Any line in my rhyme, it’s all a part of the crime

The place, now and here, where and how you gettin' done

You just a fraction of my talent gettin' burnt by the sun

When you come like an orgasm makin' mad noise

Talk a whole lotta shit like I’m supposed to lose my poise

Man I’m way past real, I feel I’m at the next level

Lyrics so deep, I’m givin' backhands to the devil

I’m takin' rappers to a new plateau

You dig?

The smooth criminal on beat breaks

Now with no strain I maintain like a real-a super

Pushin' for a super evil type, ways like Lex Luther

For the loot you gotta be 'cause flattery will get you nowhere

Take ghost tears in my eyes and you will see that there be no fit

Of any individual made of flesh and blood

Check the flood of lyrics from the Kriminul

Original shit, that’s what the Jigs be about

See the route that we chose

Keep these Emcees on they motherfuckin' toes

Like a ballerina started in Medina Ground Heights

With some fight, main occupation roll a blunt’s type

Filled with Marijuana, boost that Dolce Gabbana

Sell the gear on the corner, make it hot like Tijuana

With lyrics that’s harder and niggas try to get record deals

I reckon still a man with no arms will be able to feel

Raps I drop like tops a Mustang convertibles, unhurtable

Flows like these bound to murder you

I’m takin' rappers to a new plateau

You dig?

The smooth criminal on beat breaks

'Cause I don’t give a fuck these days

The heatwave from the ghetto got me on the pressure

Back where she stays, in my phillie box in my kitchen counter

For chocolates mix in canna, fill in the pressed side of the header

Express the obvious that oblivious to me

Be these fake niggas in the industry

Man, I don’t give a fuck about your ki’s of coke

Glocks that you claim you tote

Lyrics that you said you wrote or even if you slit your throat

What I’m sayin' is nowadays nothin' matters

My intellect’s above your head

You couldn’t reach with Jacob’s ladder

You say it’s real son, I’m sayin' it’s beyond that

I’m on track regardless of the fact no record contract

Contact with the fraudulent I keep it at a minimum

Roberta Flack with my raps, softly I’ll be killing 'em

Fillin' 'em like cavities, the baddest man is me

Droppin' hits like heroin in your arteries

I’m takin' rappers to a new plateau

You dig?

The smooth criminal on beat breaks