The Real Sh!t lyrics

[Verse 1: Kerser]
Our pay, got it sitting in a satty bag
Me and Nebs spending big, yeah we happy lad
What you know about working on an album?
Watch it sell, pop pills counting thousands?
Put a bit aside for the boys on the inside
Play the music over phones so they hear us spit rhymes
I went from Nautica to Gucci
You rap fake 'cause you saw it in a movie
We rap life straight street when we represent
You ain't seen what we seen you ain't getting it
They used to laugh 'cause the brands was the no names
Now I rock gold and designer got no shame
Toe tag body bag any competition
Say you're rooting b*tches, but your f*cking c*ck is missing
ABK that's the crew, that's the lifeline
You hear a click click followed with a bye bye

[Hook: Kerser]
Kers and Nebs taking over the rap biz
You hear our catalogue and you're thinking, "yeah, that's sick"
Yeah, that's sick, that's street, that's the real sh*t
Yeah, that's speech, that beat, yeah, I feel it
Kers and Nebs taking over the rap biz
You hear our catalogue and you're thinking, "yeah, that's sick"
Yeah, that's sick, that's street, that's the real sh*t
Yeah, that's speech, that beat, yeah, I feel it
[Verse 2: Nebs]
Kers and Nebs kicking back on the lean
Stacking the green, slanging crack to fiends smashing the scene, uh
No need for me to say who the winner is
We made too much cash from these tracks, it's ridiculous
I'm looking at these other rappers trying not to laugh
Popping Xannies in the studio I'm high as f*ck!
Your missus heard my sexy voice on "The Nebulizer"
Now she's begging me and texting me to get inside her
Coked up, I party keen on the party scene
Even f*cking Charlie Sheen said he can't compete
When it comes to beats, N-E-B is hard to beat
Slurping on a cup of lean till my face is army green
This is the real sh*t, I'm ill wit I kill this
You've been doing it for years and you're still sh*t
I made this beat and I hit the jackpot
Nebs leaving all you rappers looking like wack gronks!

[Hook: Kerser]
Kers and Nebs taking over the rap biz
You hear our catalogue and you're thinking, "yeah, that's sick"
Yeah, that's sick, that's street, that's the real sh*t
Yeah, that's speech, that beat, yeah, I feel it
Kers and Nebs taking over the rap biz
You hear our catalogue and you're thinking, "yeah, that's sick"
Yeah, that's sick, that's street, that's the real sh*t
Yeah, that's speech, that beat, yeah, I feel it
[Verse 3: Kerser]
I gotta fetish, yeah a fetish for the ashcay
I blew up, now a bunch of f*cking lads hate
I think they mad 'cause I brag about pay
An they still p*ssed off on the back of the train
I'm in the club with my crew, yeah we're easy to find
Aussie rap needs balls, yeah leave it to I
Never ever hold a grudge 'cause we handle it quick
I'm on stage, your missus trying to put her hand on my di*k
Yeah, this time around, I'll be claiming I'm king
I keep it raw proper Australian, you dig?
Fresh c*nt, drip swag on your new rugs
Hypocrite when I tell you not to do drugs
If I'm out then you're likely to see
My f*cking eyes out my head and I'm grinding my teeth
Kers and Nebs, KNR call it what you will
And when Nebs mixed this I was popping pills, for real!

[Hook: Kerser]
Kers and Nebs taking over the rap biz
You hear our catalogue and you're thinking, "yeah, that's sick"
Yeah, that's sick, that's street, that's the real sh*t
Yeah, that's speech, that beat, yeah, I feel it
Kers and Nebs taking over the rap biz
You hear our catalogue and you're thinking, "yeah, that's sick"
Yeah, that's sick, that's street, that's the real sh*t
Yeah, that's speech, that beat, yeah, I feel it
[Outro: Nebs]
S-C-O-T
Sickest c*nt Out There
NE to the motherf*cking B's
This beat's (dope yeah) OR (is pumping)?
S-C-O-T
Sickest c*nt Out There
NE to the motherf*cking B's
This beat's (dope yeah) OR (is pumping)?