(Intro) REAL T@LK: "Nova can you cue the stewardess already? OVER!" NOVE: "Roger that sir!" STEWARDESS: "Welcome aboard flight 309. Before we take off please stow and secure any carry-on luggage either below your seat or above in your overhead compartment. The inflight production will be The Sitcom. Be sure to fasten your headphones securely and throw away any garbage artist material in your vacinity. At this moment, I will turn you over to your pilot Real T@lk with his co-pilot Nova on production. Have a nice flight." (Hook) C-c-c-call me the pilot, i be on my fly shit... C-c-c-call me the pilot, i be on my fly shit... C-c-c-call me the pilot, i be on my fly shit... C-c-c-call me the pilot, i be on my fly shit... (Verse One)-Real T@lk: Summer 2009, I wrote up a business plan in between me writin' some rhymes, and told myself repeatedly right in my mind, paychecks are great, but i can't see nobody but me just writin' on mine, so i..started packaging my material, made some okay-looking hard copies just with the serial, numbers and codes so that they could know that i'm serious, copy-written as usual, so i'm suing you period, you can do what you wanna, but you gonna experience, a subpoena with reason; you pleadin, but we ain't hearin it, 'cause you wasn't fearin' it, proceeded, went "there" with it, didn't take heed at all, while just thinking it's some experiment, well Dr. Jeckyl's left and the Hyde Mr. is here again, run and grab ya mics, get to hiding cause here it is, you're now facing the greatest creation, since Frankenstein in that basement, alive with bolts comin out the side of his face and but you can call me... (Hook) (Verse Two)-Real T@lk: I stay on my hustle and remain outta trouble, but with any slowin my process, i will "rumble in the jungle", i got too far to go, critics are growing fonder, and i'm dodgin' any evil that hatin people are tryina' conjure, i'm tryina' conquer with an ensemble "30-man rest" behind me; pause; you can just call me "Contra", -band man, you not on and i been hot. Guess what?, my career just got hung by a lynch mob; i'm necks(next) up, meanin i'm on deck like the top card, who not hard?, you dudes'll crash soon, you been drinkin too many Rockstars, so next time you see me, address me correctly, or you won't get where you goin like 3-W dot coms, You hot? nah!, Me hot? yah!, you beatin me is like Jamaicans not speakin Patois, are you crazy? i been gettin' green since, Are you mad? i'm just speakin' Pigeon English. i'm the meanest. (Hook) (Verse Three)-Relic: Clear Channel Radio can kiss my ass!, Crass punks that play only crunk , when great music lies in the trunk of struggling musicians, the monopoly is pissing on our artistry, our history, i'm taking chances with my soul listening, to these missing-link disc jockeys, that make fun of tragedy, you see Miss Jones must've phoned in that apology, after Jin put her ragedy ass in traction, after Jin put her ragedy ass in traction with lyricism, cause she thought the tsunami was worth comic criticism, so fuck these airwaves!, they blaze up our reputation, makin nationwide demonstrations, for our detractors, they claim that they're "where hip-hop lives", so why are they tryin to kill it?, Think i'm exaggeratin'?, Watch BET deny our creativity with stupidity, Free & AJ such great jokes they play on our community, cooning we out and forgetting where we came from, the same channel that's clamin to be "black entertainment", famed for takin intelligence off the air, see..what happened to Tavis Smiley?, These cats is Wyle E. Coyote, runnin off cliffs, cause they'll even let spliffs show thru , but they won't show you and me McGruder's creativity, well-written comedy and BET just don't mix obviously, i guess the dead Kennedy said it best: "BET get off the air!", and this right here... is where Viacom Media can kiss my motherfuckin' ass!

(Intro): Oh my god...i just wanna say.. Thankyou.. i mean, i'm so glad that you came out. i mean i.. i'm glad that you had something that i could follow you know; i mean 'cause nothing's original anymore nowadays right? (chuckles) Nobody's original! so i mean i thankyou for just letting me follow you man.. just for real..i really.. you don't understand..for following your format i mean you've just done a great deal. i just wanna say... (Verse One)-Real T@lk (Yeah right. Let's Go! It's Real T@lk.. Authentik Made yo! uh!) Get to movin', do what i'm doin copy me similar, even congruent don't be a loser, get in the mood and ladies move your booty and your body to the music Hip-Hop means "intelligent movement" word to KRS-One, that fella done proved it word to Moondawg yo you should "Get In Tune" with the live instrumentation and lose it! We're the trendsetters, this is man magic this right here is much more than that damn rappin Authentik Made on the beat, we demand platinum he directs the sound, got the orchestra hand flapping at the shows, audience up and hand-clapping hit you like EHonda, feel like a hundred hands slappin Chun-Li drums, feels like a hundred legs kickin and i got the wheelz, so come and jump on the bandwagon! (Hook) Yeah, jump on the bandwagon yeah yeah jump on the bandwagon so i tell 'em while they at it gon' ahead and give the drummer some! Give the drummer some give the drummer some give the drummer some Gon' head and give the drummer some (Verse Two)-Real T@lk Verse 2, what you see is what you're gonna get once ya buddies hear this they're gonna wanna run and get their friends like: "DAMN, 'Talk and 'Thentik got another hit!" Word, man another hit? "Yeah they on some other shit, they say give them a year and they gon be running shit, not getting shafted, controlling their own publishin' " So they gon stick around? "oh yeah!" i'mma be lovin this, i'm sick and tired of hearing the current rubbish with the same thing being said over and under, this is a "copy-cat generation", nobody wanna switch they say: "i'mma take his style and i'mma run wit' it or maybe take a jog. and to match the actions, i'm gonna watch his blog, with satisfaction, and them i'mma be raw, or probably famous!" it's cool to pay homage to favorites or honor the greatest but nowadays there's a lot of lyrical "copy-and-pasting" (Hook Repeat x 2) (Bridge) Give the Drummer some Give the drummer some i don't need 2 i don't need 3 all i need is.... Just me. Gon' 'head and Give the Drummer some Gon' 'head and Give the drummer some i don't need 2 i don't need 3 all i need is.... Take it away authentik! Give the Drummer some Give the drummer some Give the Drummer some they on the bandwagon Give the drummer some Give the Drummer some Give the drummer some They on the bandwagon (Hook Repeat x 4) Give the drummer some, now the drummer's done!

(Verse One) They say "Why you in a hurry?" "Why you in a rush?" "Why you always worry?" "Why you never hush?" "Why you rarely argue, never put up a fuss?" Man i got a whole life that i gotta make somethin of, I'm a winner. Mama said i'm in it to win it, a "hot spitta", born on the way to the hospital, born ready; never waste time talkin' when i spit it, so i always end up goin' way over with my minutes, i got tunnel vision while i stay grindin and, so my best to the average person is mind-bendin', they be like: "yo, man he be holdin' his weight, ten times over!" They think my mediocre is great, so even when i'm slackin off, competition backin' off, cause i go hard on the beat like i'm jackin off, and i got a path you never wanna have to cross, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2..now i'm blastin' off! (Hook) It's just a method 2 my madness It's just a method 2 my madness It's just a method 2 my madness It's just a method 2 my madness(that's all it is man that's all it is) (Verse Two) I got a theory, you see "rappin", to me, is a "gift", and whoever doesn't have it, then he should quit!, and writing is actually my niche, there's no method 2 my madness, i just happen to be the shit, every day is practice, they keep askin for me to spit, and i got way too much passion for me to quit, So i'm stayin' on my grind, i know i'mma rise soon, so i'm shootin' for the stars, like an entourage goon, tryina' capture the moon, stretchin' the lasso, when i get the check i'm collectin' the cash yo, they got so much respect that they lettin' him pass go, cause i was born in a kingdom and slept in a castle, these chaps know I never been last yo, in the first place, i've been 1st place, these niggas been past slow, still wondering why in the hell do you rap for?, with that non-bussin', irrelevant, celibate-ass flow, all my friends keep sayin' i'mma' blow up next, cause i got dope stuff and others they got so much less, and on top of that, these wack guys are so upset, cause i'm that guy and it seems like it's no one left, plus i make the crowd go nuts and throw up sets, like a tech crew with a Broadway show up next, and the broads wave and show us breasts, cause these other dudes are fake fucks like blow-up sex, i tell competition: "Hold up!" Before i fold up legs, tear off heads, and paramedics gotta sew up necks, labels say they heard my underground flow's the best, and some ladies say it make 'em wanna go undress, mainstream is like: "Are you ready to go up yet?!", I say i'm not ready to go unless, you got better than a 360 deal, and you throw us checks, like we're Nike store managers with bo-nu-ses, cause, i dont heard how you servin' and makin' chips, how ya words is pavin' the way and you stay "consist-", talk about ya' worth and ya' weight, and how you makin' hits, steady chasin' all these dime women; you ain't makin' sense(cents), and all i gotta say is this, none of you persons on Earth in this place can spit, we run "the game" while you do re-runs and relationships, you're like Derwin Davis and Jason Pitts!, GOD gave me talent to be innovative, After all, this is my opinion ain't it, Don't i got the right to be opinionated? Thought so. Go finish your talk show, I'm so.. finished with the drama shit that i'mma quit the rhymin and spit what i wanna when i wanna spit it listen harder even when i skip the commas in every sentence i ought to get bothered, but it's no bother cause i know that i am harder than Asian arithmetic and i am smarter than a chick that went to Harvard and finished the shit with honors Magna or Summa Cum Laude can't hear me? turn it up louder and i will spit it on longer and i will spit it on prouder..(beat fades out)

(Verse One) I used to have this girl, I wanted to give the world, But i was paranoid, Because i stole her from this boy, We tried to make it work, for whatever that it was worth, it wasn't right from the start, so i ended up breakin' my own heart, Well it was somethin' like that but it was different, my sister told me to sit up and listen, but i didn't, my brother told me to live for the moment and be pimpin, and "give them the cold shoulder after strokin' in the kitten, a little manipulation, then they're open for submission, after the penetration she will be forever vacant, and so will you; but then she will begin the chasin' whenever you move she will be forever adjacent, blockin' them other women from bein' up in ya face and, tellin them dudes to keep it movin'!" she wasn't playin', you can do what you wanna with no if ands or no maybes", "everything will be cool" she said, "it will be all gravy, i will play my role as long as you don't try and play me, not sure if it shows, but boo i do love you greatly, so if you go or do me wrong, my heart will be aching, so don't try to sleep on me 'cause i am not lazy. But see i have been known to be a bit crazy, if you do it first i'll be a different person you'll be facing, nothing equals the hurt so i'll take your shirts and then i'll place 'em first in bleach detergent and then go burn them up in the basment!" i said: "you'll do what? you'll take my shirts and then you'll place 'em, first in bleach detergent and then go burn them up in the basement?" she said: "I will only go further, that is, if you make me, so please don't make me, cause you are my baby..." (Verse Two) So now the story ends, and another one begins, of a self broken heart, that i could've prevented from the start, but now i gotta mend, i thought that i was on, Damn, where the hell did i go wrong?, Until i figure it i'll be rappin' this song: "i guess you never know what you got til' it's gone" (i used to have this girl) (i wanted to give the world) (but i was paranoid) i say: "i guess you never know what you got til' it's gone" (i used to have this girl) (i wanted to give the world) (but i was paranoid) i say: "i guess you never know what you got til' it's gone" Gone, well maybe that's true, if she would've stuck around would i be the same dude?, Would i be mature or would i be rude? the latter of the 2; well that is what i choose, but you see it was she that i had to lose, i may have lost forever, but i pray it ain't the truth, if it's not the truth, then it'll be a blessing, but if it is the truth then fellas listen it's a lesson, a lesson, a part of this confession, i'm going to explain so let me take a breath in... because she was no longer tolerating my actions, and took her love away from outta reach from my grasping, she allowed maturity to happen faster, by administering some disciplinarian actions, i was no longer able to act an ass and, receive abundance of love to have and ration... but i used to.. (i used to have this girl) (i wanted to give the world) (but i was paranoid) i guess you never know what you got til' it's gone (i used to have this girl) (i wanted to give the world) (but i was paranoid) i guess you never know what you got til' it's gone (i used to have this girl) (i wanted to give the world) (but i was paranoid) i guess you never know what you got til' it's gone (i used to have this girl) (i wanted to give the world) i guess you never know what you got til' it's gone (i used to have this girl) (i wanted to give the world) i guess you never know what you got til' it's gone (Beatboxing begins) i guess you never know what you got til' it's gone i guess you never know what you got til' it's gone i guess you never know what you got til' it's gone...