Realest MC Lyrics

Kick it over here!

Kick it over here!

Now I think it's about time-

We feel the beat!

Yeah

Yeah, Yeah

This shit hard, Franco

Bitch I am the realest

Emcee, kill it

Got the competition

All up in the skillet

Use my subtle composition

Just to add a little sizzle

Bitch I know I'm not big

But the farthest from little

Pass the ball off to the kid

Did more than just a dribble

Nothing but a swish

Call that Nike, not official

Cause they need cut the check out to

E with the triple

Going for the threes

Nothing more, Nothing less

Every word I speak just shows

That I'm the next

If you don't fuck with me

That's alright, I got the best

Technique in the booth

Liar, Liar; pen is blue

Every time I speak

Fire, fire; shit is true

Admire such a effort

But comparative, it's cute

Lines for business and for pleasure

Call it 'rap masseuse'

Only happy ending

Is the one I get my dues

So bitch, I'm on a come up

That ain't nothing new

But the kid been on

The run of Twenty Twenty Two

Twenty Twenty Three

Y'all won't know what to do

Cause bitch it's E-Three

And I'm owning every booth

Every mic

Every speaker

Every beat produced

Rap's Derek Jeter

Fans all in the bleachers

Rookie of the Year

With some World Series heaters

I fear that you don't understand

That when I say that I'm the man

I'm talking bout my pronouns

But I am him

Slashing any beat you

Wanna throw down bitch

Cause the name E three be

The one to stick

Never speak ill of the best emcee

Render y'all still when I speak with ease

E got the pills from the D-O-C

No Dre, but I do got something to say

Go ahead and try just to box me in

No cube can hold all my confidence

Flows like fries, so bottomless

So go and stay salty with consciousness

Yeah, I'm too damn good

For that common shit

But I be that good

For them commas

Bitch!

Thank you for that lovely tune

That funky music will drive us till the dawn