Only the Real Survive

[Intro]

[First verse]
Yo lyrically and musically the main source has it all
I mean mr rap where Micheal Jordan is named Mr basketball
We got the textures to subject ya to a musical treat
And keep the heat on them phony with the weak beats
Street beat is what keeps the source at another level
You can't use a shovel
As in the devil
So how you gonna see us
With the wacked out, cracked out
Beats, little freaks
You need to back out
And make way for the veterans
Better than (excederence ?)
When you take a hit at (this here ?) medecine
To represent you need potential to rock the instrumental
Of the top of your head, using the mental
And see if you can move a party when you rocking live
Only the real survive

[Chorus]
Your source, your soul, my soul
Your source, your soul, my soul
Your source, your soul, my soul
Source, source, your soul, my soul

[Second verse]
I'm straight up rawcore to fish out fanatic instrumatic
Been locked in the back, now it looks like an automatic
Say the static for the ones who represented hiphop
Got props, hit the top and went pop
I'm still a soldier, a veteran I told ya
I paid dues to rap, they paid the total and crossed over
And now they wanna come back home to the streets
With the real brothers (roam ?) pumping G beats
Puffing (nerds ?), (going ?) curb, living life up
A pocket full of tapes and a spare tray cee-lo dice
Whats a brother gotta do
Be true, to the crew
Be true to yourself too
And make sure you stay live
But keep it on the down low
Only the real survive

[Chorus]
Your source, your soul, my soul
Your source, your soul, my soul

[Third verse]
Yo i'm a skylar
Not a follower
But a leader out to make a dollar
Without fastening the white collar
So (Allah ?) if you're real and you know how I feel
A word to kneel you're paying for your next meal
And got the money for the blunts
That's what you want, you ain't (ronce ?)
So prolly shot them (go bronx ?)
We representing 94
We straight up (war styles for miles ?)
And we staying hard to the core
And leaving sell-outs in the smoke
We stay original and send them (by the zone on a mission back to grey's dope ?)
To all the peeps from the streets
You keep it alive and keep playing for (keeps ?)
We all gotta strive (main source tell'em why)
Only the real survive

[Chorus]
Your source, your soul, my soul
Your source, your soul, my soul
Your source, your soul, my soul
Source, source, your soul, my soul