The real world (feat. TOP Choir)

Fellas look like they need altitude passports Me and my brothers' launching kites from a third world Into the unknown from things that we already know You either falling or ascending in the real world What's that The real world What's that I said the real world I paraphrased my big brother in the third bar Because you either keep learning or keep counting stars Supernova till I see the Son Finally the day I know I won Coronation of the godly ones Making sure the crown will weigh some tons Supernova till I see the Son Lamb to slaughter who am I to run Never over till your days are done Or for those that here at His return Supernova till we overcome Overcomers over commas Over strife and over drama Over things that try to charm us Supernova till we sing the song Blow the trumpets for the triumph Finally meet what I require Eye to eye see the I AM I be on fire for God's sake Izzi a hazard on Hell's case I'm no superman in a red cape But I'm supernova on display More than a vibe when they press play More than a name for the press prints Still underground but the earth quake Forty four put me on eight O eights Fellas look like they need altitude passports Me and my brothers' launching kites from a third world Into the unknown from things that we already know You either falling or ascending in the real world What's that The real world What's that I said the real world I paraphrased my big brother in the third bar Because you either keep learning or keep counting stars Teach us O Lord Keep still our hearts As we outside Free our mind Amen My one life taught me Ls are a cue to grow Like I'm back at creche alphabets and numerals Like even the worst basketball rookie knows The hardest hits give the highest bounce backs though Ricochet, Ephesians six my full apparel Game of roulette, load a shell, fellas spin the barrel Uncertainty happens to all but some happen to love it I'd rather hit the bull's eye like I'm Cupid's arrow Or Artemis, point is I'm trying to hardly miss Ignorance is bliss but miseducation can miss me I celebrate all you young fellas working immensely The next fathers of faith Rockerfellas and Disneys Forgot to mention the women marching us in the future The real mothers and cheerleaders cheering us The sisters like Gimbiya and Sarauniya loving us Sorry for the times our thank yous were not loud enough Plus I got to say I'm really grateful to my two parents Every mentor and older figure for influencing Good character through honest practice and transparence I pray the Lord help me pay it forward till his appearance To my homies like Chisom and Forty four Tobi in diaspora Josiah Ojay and Jordan The world ain't even ready Believe the future is ours Greatness Word to my homie Yanga on chorus And this the part where I thank you for your support To you the listener for giving ear to the drums and chords And words from young gentleman with adrenaline Of a freshman forever living in the real world Y'all thought that I was finished Cause I rolled out all the credits This was only the beginning Eighties be my new aesthetic Cause I had to travel back in To the past to get a reference Not a pastor or a reverend But I run the exorcism Too athletic cause these rappers be possessive I present to you the message Like an Angel in the present Israel is not to mess with Give it hotter than I get it Ascended past the zenith My pedigree could imagine Had to exit off the planet Fellas started to burn The chronicles of Izzi transforming into the sun I am a son of Issachar reincarnated Like the car DeLorean bringing Maybach mayhem How many others on earth raise hell over Satan Burning like a lit cigar and that's an understatement Writing off the beat with letters it's dearly forsaken Teach us O Lord Keep still our hearts As we outside Free our mind