"The Real -Hunga Stryke f. Tru & Patman"  Parental Advisory genre: Hip Hop
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	This is the funk that makes your speakers bump. Lyrical madman meats hype beat making tactition. Lyrical and rhythm mastery makes you bounce. The real hip hop.
	Credits: Written by Kwansah "Hunga Stryke" Madani and Chad "Tru Self" Means. Rap performed by Hunga Stryke. Additional vocals by Patman and Tru Self
	Story Behind the Song Hunga Stryke brings a razor sharp, machine gun delivery laced with metaphors and punchlines. Originally hailing from New Jersey, this Oakland, CA based emcee can put words together with the best of them. The song reflects the rebirth of the lyricism that is "The Real" Hip Hop. Tru Self and Patman combine to add smooth energy on the hook. Lyrics VERSE 1 Boogie up and Boogie Down Hunga Stryke live and direct, surround sound in your area It's scarier than Halloween in this rap scene Or when Michael Jackson put the dick to Billie Jean. Read between the scenes It's lights, camera, action Grip the microphone with tight attraction I'm the grand attraction Like five dykes rolling up to the set Then getting upset and starting a mudfight I mean the fuckin' bomb diggy types The ones wearing skin tights or nothing at all, shaking their hips right I'm smoother than candlelight And harder than a Tyson, Bramble fight Your mic's unscrambled right? (that's right) So let me take it straight to the night To shine bright and excite Then let these lyrics take flight like Mike. Shake you down like Kobe Nigga you don't know me Dominate the whole entire industry like Sony 'cause it's like that! HOOK Straight to your ear, we bring the raw shit Real niggas feel this Fuck what ya heard, we got the real shit Respect the music and give props Real shit. We represent the real hip hop (Repeats) VERSE 2 The raw shit is nice Hype on the mic device is how I keep it coming. The Funk in the trunk with the speakers and they're bumping. Humming with the vibration to reach a nation Whenever I grip the microphone it's meditation. For you it's medication. I give you what you need Like hustlers on the corner with the weed beating your window Or Madden on Nintendo I'm the Sega Genesis of rap Bringing 3D visuals exact Make your spinal tap Like Savion Glover Or Fab 5 Freddy with Dre and Ed Lover There really ain't another Peace to the brother Xibit for keeping lyrics that are raw and explicit, while making money. Cause ain't nothing funny when you got none Playing top gun but you're going nowhere Fear in itself is Casual So I peeped the album, now I keep it factual. HOOK VERSE 3 I earn my stripes from Adidas By taking all y'all brothers to the cleaners Making everybody true believers when they see us. Tru and me together is like Tougher Than Leather. And music for your pleasure And Barry Bonds for good measure On top of that we blow the spot and keep it nasty, the way it has to be. Lyrical and rhythm mastery Makes ya bounce Get your game on with the shorty on the couch. (that's right, c'mon) With good karma, staying hot like the Bahamas Whether in denim jeans or in pajamas I don't give a fuck I don't give a mutha fuckin' fuck Unless you make the fuckin sound conduct And I can feel it. The real shit is missing Like Rodman in his last game as a Piston 'Cause niggas gone fishin' And came up with nothing but ill vibes from a wack source, 'cause they was XXL. Or thought they were

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