Chorus
I just gotta be real, I just gotta be real
I just gotta be real, I just gotta be real

(Keith Murray)
You got too much mouth and not enough action
We still possess skills to spit them hot classics
And to whoever, you'll never
The new two man crew weather
Trapped in a lyrical labyrinth
You don't understand, keep listening, it will all make sense
Our algorithms to the rhythms
Make rappers look smaller than micro-organisms

(Canibus)
Masters of the Ceremony any territory
Microbial terraforming, UnderGods farming
For the first time in my life, I had to take a step back
Rewind tracks and listen to the raps
No directions, no interruptions, spit substance
I'm nobodies spit puppet, I say what I want you take what you want from it
Just move beyond your differences, don't run from it
Two of the sharpest who ever done it show you why they love it

Chorus
(Keith Murray)
Me and Bis started n***as wanting to rhyme
So regardless of whether the Undergods gonna rise
Grandma said let them keep talking as they long as they saying something
Cos if they stop talking then you'll worry
I know you love it, I don't know why you're flirting
Why don't your bitch ass go get a facelift or something
In the land of haters and pathological liars
We give expressions to your greatest desires

(Canibus)
The body of an old man, the heart of Conan
Smooth little motherfuckers dancing to slow jams
Gotta keep it real, gotta make the record how we feel
We don't give a fuck about a deal
Hip Hop nostalgic give you fibromyalgic
Canibus, Keith Murray, any one of our albums
Tracks by the thousands for the Undergod album and counting
The beat has something familiar about it

Chorus

(Keith Murray)
Aiyo, I give you what I can cos it's just in my nature
But stop begging, it will make people hate ya
The world's too big, information's too vast
Don't let your future fuck up cos of things in your past
It took so long to get here, upon our arrival
Turned into a heart warming story of survival
Instead of tryna hate on everybody else
Look in the mirror n***a and hate on yourself
(Canibus)
I look at myself, nowhere else for me to look at
When you gonna start looking at where we took rap
Heartfelt, my heart melt
We are as incomplete as gold delve in the corner of a dark cell
Even over beats like this we spit hard as Hell
To them sellout emcees with burned out skills
When we rhyme like this, you can hardly dismiss
Canibus/Keith Murray, Keith Murray/Canibus