As we roll, in the minds of three soldiersRolling through the pterodome, rearing on the stillGotta keep it realYou * with your hood, this is what I doYou wish the beast from the east with the untouchable crewNot impressed, no solid quickness, when the mental got no thicknessLine by line, I blow your head when I kick thisA lot of MC, there's curfew, chain, and flowSo I gotta keep it real and separate the proI exploit my potential on the diamond instrumentalI down with BBDs, I bought my concepts all mental, bitchHip-hop from the group, home tip, don't sing the la-la-laCause my vocal starts to trip, I'm just a loco, psychoNo afro, but a real broKicking up the * from the down lowInhale, then I'm goneAnd I rock the fly * to the break, I break the dawnComing straight to your dome with all yourThoughts roam, extorting all your auraRunning all your chromosomesI fill you up with the emptinessAlways ready for the battle, to see who's bestBig boys, I'm coming from the eastBig shout out to the westMuch love to Trouble T-boy in Peace Guard WestA shout out down south to my brothers up northSet it off, set, set it offSo rewind now, selector, don't bother, bootleggerTake the rapper off the tape and put it in the tape deck-erAnd let the mic controller start to get his holderYou need to get in touch, I'm with the ghetto hot rollersI bring the panic, I'm on my wayLike Cali got lootedYo, my world's polluted, but I stay strong rootedSo step up, kid, you got to feel my soundIt gets thick like a bull's neck when I throw it downKeep it real, motherfucker, keep it realWhat?Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it realWhat?Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it realWhat?Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it realI take the rims off your motherfucking whipBack smack your stunt in the frontIf she gives me some lip, you see I'm far from a herdGod's my word, I'm picking trash niggas dead to the curbAin't nothing fake about the * that I makeA nigga made a mistake and put his * life at stakeI keep a razor in my mouth just in caseA nigga wants a buck fifty across the faceNo rules in a street fightBrass knuckles on the jaw, kid, now you can't eat rightYou little bitch, get your manHe's the same kid before who just took off and ranIt's not a smile on my grillI put my girl on a pill, now I can bust nuts and chillIn the dell by the riverDon't hang with no bitch-ass niggas who get beefAnd start to quibbleSee, I'm a low-down *Catholic girls cut school, come to the crib and get blastedI got the game, that's masticYour girl said I was longer and stronger than you lastedShe won't answer your beatsCause I'm tossing her up in the backseat of my JeepSame *, different dayYeah, my name is Diamond D and that's all I gotta sayKeep it real, motherfucker, keep it realWhat?Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it realWhat?Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it realWhat?Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it realWhat?Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it realWhat?Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it realWhat?Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it realWhat?Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it realSee me, I influence you at times, I get intimate, mentalRational, perceive, unattachable, gentle, fluorescent, unexcusableProver ride to the fourth track, where's the clue?Question mark, explain the explanationNarration, such an absent part of a translationNot directed to the truthNot a metaphor, impact of a categorized bullet spun factIn fact, see, I convolve with metaphors that's adequate, inadequateCertain positions I had it withSo we range the physical pause for the pitifulCause I got a handful of rappers playing criticalSo withstand the masterfulDon't believe what's unseenClearly off the can see for the tag teamWho got instincts stronger than it cameNow with a new synth, or is it back to the fine print?So indulge with the obedient and conclusive presenceOf a man with the terrible lessonsSo refrain yourself or get forced into slaveryCause I got the Mac 11 for acts of braveryFrom Forza, please remorse the fact thatSee, I had an enemy and lost herSee, I played late games, but it take much brainsNot to get caught by the cops with the name gameYeah, I signed the consent that they say I permittedNow I'm backed up in the precinct getting fingerprintedBig Jazz got a boner, brother, out for existencePeace, so don't thank for the assistanceKeep it real, motherfucker, keep it realWhat? Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it realWhat? Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it realWhat? Keep it real, motherfucker, keep it realAs we roll through the non-territorial*ducing K to TerribleBig Up Diamond DProblem Child, number oneThe doorNew York, New YorkNew York, New YorkPeace to the gods and the earths of the universe