Have you forgotten who you are, oh, you think you a star
Complainin', me and my clan are unscathin'
But if you only knew, we're real people, homie, just like you
Why you frontin', you ain't nothin', you went from nothin' to somethin'
Soul music, somethin' we can all relate to
But somethin' means nothin' if ya people still wantin'
Soul music, somethin' we can all relate to
We humble, but don't mistake us for some corny ass crew
Especially dangerous rough and deadly
But if you only knew, we're real people, homie, just like you
Next time they smile and they wave, will probably be with a gaze
Akil, the MC W-I-S-E, uh, wise, intelligent, God did bless me
I'm sick of your ways, I'm sittin here spittin a phrase
Ya game of charades, the way you behave
That's the reason your balloon'll deflate, but to relate
Some brothers debate, some love or some hate
And ya got money and givin' them nothin', flossin' and frontin'
But if you only knew, we're real people, homie, just like you
I ams what I am and that's all I can be
Some of you duns runnin' ones with none savin'
We humble, but don't mistake us for some corny ass crew
Yes, we rock up off the S-B freshly
What we do is try to give you what you ain't used to
If my crib in the hood or if its up in the hills?
If you only knew the trials and tribulations we've been through
For a piece of the pie ask yourself, "Why?"
If you only knew the trials and tribulations we've been through
We tryin' to take rap back to it's primitive state, wait
We humble, but don't mistake us for some corny ass crew
I'm willin' to bet the farm, you'd give your right arm
If you only knew the trials and tribulations we've been through
Whatever the case, it's all about the choices you make
The image you save, yeah, brother, that's one big parade
From the soul comes somethin' amazin'
Or feedin' my kids, judgin' me on how I live
I'm tryin hard to relate in a place filled with so much hate
What we do is try to give you what you ain't used to
What we do is try to give you what you ain't used to
No overnight success or runnin' with vets
The rum raisin', comin' through guns blazin'
Uh, no more, no less, what you're seein' is me
The pimp positioner, tip the Richter Scale
Alone we sink together we sail and prevail
So chicks can wiggles and shake 'cause this image is fake
Yo, how many times I got to hear some fanatic in my ear
Tellin' me I got to keep it real when they ain't payin' my bills
Just pure, unadulterated work progress
