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Boogie Man, Boogie Man, Boogie Man
Boogie Man (Hello children)
The Mos Def!
My whole life is real
My life, my life, my life, my life
(Big shoutout to Minnesota)
A-ha, Brooklyn know
My life, my life, my life, my life
Is a real thing
(Brooklyn and Bronx in the building)
Listen
My whole life is real, morning news and nights is real
What I spit and I write is real, cause my life is real
My whole life is ill
Filled with magic, strife and skill
Sun bright, no time to chill
Got all type of bills
I got seeds I gotta feed with this
They be needin' shit, I got ex-wife beef and shit
That's how deep it get
My whole life is real, my whole life is ill
A fantastic, a beautiful mess
A live nigga in America: the usual stress
I do it to the up, low, the east and the west
I, do it to most, I do it to death
I do so it good they don't know what to do with they-selves
Well do this: MOVE
Back, forward, more
Life is real, let's move on
My whole life is real, morning news and nights is real
What I spit and I write is real, cuz my life is ILL
Filled with magic, strife and skill
Sun bright, no time to chill
Got all type of bills
I got seeds I gotta feed with this
I got streets I gotta reach with this
And that's how deep it get
My whole life is ill, my whole life is real
Mornings, noons, nights
Birthdays, workdays, holidays, funerals
The usual
Life is real
Sunday to Monday
Schoolyard, gunplay
Politics, BULLSHIT
Life is real
Shootings, stabbing
[?], arrest
Crush, kill, destroy, sex
Death, rebirth
Reach the world but touch the street first
Life go in every direction but rewind
Niggas is waiting for the life to die down
[?] park and hustle a place to hide out
Somebody's gotta notice it's a matter of time before the world find out
The earth dry out and push the hitting to high ground
Life-style, hostile, real life, real real
So real, too real, news real--EDITED
The close up block out the rest of it
True evident, false measurement
Crunk superstar, thug president
Street-telligence, M-def penmanship
Scribe lively, so timely, that is timeless
And it's lovely, and it's ugly, as it must be
My whole life is real, morning news and nights is real
What I spit and I write is real, cuz my life is ILL
Filled with magic, strife and skill
Sun bright, no time to chill
Got all type of bills
I got seeds I gotta feed with this
I got streets I gotta reach with this
And that's how deep it get
My whole life is real (haha)
Brooklyn know
My life, my life, my life, my life
B.X. know
My life, my life, my life, my life
Real niggas all over the world
My life, my life, my life, my life
Is a real thing
WHOOOOOO
BOOGIE MAN