Cella Dwellas - Recognize 'n' Realize Lyrics

Cella Dwellas - “Recognize N Realize”[Emcee(s): Phantasm and U.G.][Producer(s): Nick Wiz][Bassline: DJ Slice][Sample (Multiple Elements): The Dramatics - “In the Rain” (0:24)][Hook: Phantasm, U.G., and Sample with Scratches by DJ Slice] (x2)What’sThe deal? Yo, the real is in front of your eyes“Recognize and realize, kid, don’t fantasize”. HowYou feel?  Son, chill. You’re dealing with real guys“Recognize and realize, kid, don’t fantasize”[Verse 1: Phantasm]U.G., let meSet this, microphone-check this, and bless thisAnd reminisce: Sour Patch and five-cent Fish andFast food. I’ll blast dude if he wants staticStraight to the attic for the automaticFrom high school, learned the golden rule: to pack toolsAnd wear jewels and not be played for the foolEvery week, brand-new kicks on my feet‘Cause down the block, I sold more rocks than beatGuess and Lo from head to toe. Can’t forgetMy Cherry Jeep, then I got my G.E.D. MamaChumps, flipping ‘cause I got left back, didn’t knowI had the skills for this record contract. Now theWhole damn block is trying toSound like me ‘cause I emceeAnd stay flavor like lollipops and CharmsAnd blow up spots like napalm bombs in Vietnam[Verse 2: U.G.]Yo, I holdHeat like the beach sand on Baywatch and sprayGlocks like corrupt transit cops and keep a shotProof under my puffy North Face ‘gooseWhen I walk the deuce, sipping overproof, gettingMisty visions of getting stuck for my papes likeMy name was Biggie—therefore, my trigger finger stays itchyMy index set to squeeze at my enemiesThat’s jelly. Keep clips on my side like a cellyU.G. hot, handles biz, big boy. I don’t beJoking, grab the nine and come out smokingKids like The Mask, splash you if I have to, sonI’m a born killer—what?—and it’s natural[Hook: Phantasm, U.G., and Sample with Scratches by DJ Slice]What’sThe deal? Yo, the real is in front of your eyes“Recognize and realize, kid, don’t fantasize”. HowYou feel? Son, chill. You’re dealing with real guys“Recognize and realize, kid, don’t fantasize”[Verse 3: Phantasm]ForThe next couple lines, watch me get mines asThe shorty wop still tap the 40 top. I gotTired of the “freeze” from D.T.s and droppingTo my knees and praying to God, “Please”I hope they don’t shoot me up. These hillbilly cowboysThey boot me up, root and toot me upI also got tired of the snitches. I still gotLove for my niggas, the riches, the bitchesBut no more crimes, drugs, and stick-upsNow I’m in the rap game, hope my record sales pick upDid a couple of shows, three videosFucked some new hoes, bought some new clothesAin’t nothing changed. Still want ends, I still wannaChill with my friends, I still want the same black BenzUntil then, I’ll rock an ’87 blazerSometimes, I still pack a razor that’ll phase yaNot Fantasia. Phantasm and U.GCella Dwellas from now to infinity[Verse 4: U.G.]The fede--ration: cream, Cristal, and piss stylesAnd thick gals with thick brows, sticking individualsFor hundreds, nine in your stomach. Jewels? You run itWhen I be clicking, pushing rides with no ignitionThe bend pulley, crews get bullied by my teamThe infrared dot, the lead beam, some get steamedOr blazed by the six-shooters. Whips and hootersI’m dipping on scooters through the PJs. These daysIs trife, everyday life is bugged, so my cliqueStack quick slugs for the MAC-1-1. CrewsGet sonned or gunned down like an OS. WearArmor on my chest to protect my flesh fromThe young guns blasting “Just to Get a Rep” likeGuru. Run up close-range with the two-twoHit you with two and rip through your epidermisSlugs hit your mug and burn like a furnace[Hook: Phantasm, U.G., and Sample with Scratches by DJ Slice] (x2)What’sThe deal? Yo, the real is in front of your eyes“Recognize and realize, kid, don’t fantasize”. HowYou feel? Son, chill. You’re dealing with real guys“Recognize and realize, kid, don’t fantasize”[Outro: Samples with Scratches by DJ Slice]“Recognize and realize” - Sample from Phantasm on Cella Dwellas - “We Got It Hemmed” (x3)“Don’t fantasize” - Sample from Phantasm on Cella Dwellas - “We Got It Hemmed”