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Recognize 'n' Realize

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Recognize 'n' Realize was released on March 26, 1996 by RCA Records Label as a part of the album Realms 'n' Reality

Song Details

AlbumRealms 'n' Reality

Release DateMarch 26, 1996

LabelRCA Records Label

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM87

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Cella Dwellas

Performer

DJ Slice

Performer

Megahurtz

Scratches

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Alando Outlaw

Composer, Lyrics

Christopher Gerald

Christopher Gerald

Composer, Lyrics

Nicholas Loizides

Nicholas Loizides

Composer, Lyrics

D. Smith

Composer, Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Cella Dwellas

Mixing Engineer

Nick Wiz

Producer, Engineer

Tom Coyne

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(What's the deal?) Yo, the real is in front of your eyes

Rec-recognize and realize, kid, don't fantasize

(How you feel?) Son, chill, you're dealin' with real guys

Rec-recognize and realize, kid, don't fantasize

(What's the deal?) Yo, the real is in front of your eyes

Rec-rec-recognize and realize, kid, don't fantasize

(How you feel?) Son, chill, you're dealin' with real guys

Rec-recognize and realize—don't fantasize

U.G., let me set this, microphone check this, and bless this

And reminisce: Sour Patch and five-cent Fish

And fast food, I'll blast dude if he wants static

Straight to the attic for the automatic

From high school, learned the golden rule: to pack tools

And wear jewels and not be played for the fool

Every week, brand new kicks on my feet

'Cause down the block, I sold more rocks than beat

Guess and Lo from head to toe

Can't forget my Cherry Jeep, then I got my GED

Mama Chumps flippin' 'cause I got left back

Didn't know I had the skills for this record contract

Now the whole damn block

Is tryna sound like me 'cause I emcee

And stay flavor like lollipops and charms

And blow up spots like napalm bombs in Vietnam (Yo)

I hold heat like the beach sand on Baywatch

And spray Glocks like corrupt transit cops and keep a shot proof

Under my puffy North Face 'goose

When I walk the deuce, sippin' overproof

Gettin' pissy, visions of gettin' stuck for my papes like my name was Biggie

Therefore, my trigger finger stays itchy

My index set to squeeze at my enemies

That's jelly, keep clips on my side like a celly

U.G. high, handles biz, ba' boy

I don't be jokin', grab the .9 and come out smokin'

Kids like The Mask, splash you if I have to, son

I'm a born killer—what? And it's natural

(What's the deal?) Yo, the real is in front of your eyes

Rec-rec-rec-rec-rec-recognize and realize, kid, don't fantasize

(How you feel?) Son, chill, you're dealin' with real guys

Rec-recognize and realize, kid, don't fantasize

For the next couple lines, watch me get mines

As the shorty wop still tap the 40 top

I got tired of the freeze from D.T.s

And droppin' to my knees and prayin' to God, "Please"

I hope they don't shoot me up

These hillbilly cowboys, they boot me up, root and toot me up

I also got tired of the snitches

I still got love for my ****, the riches, the bitches

But no more crimes, drugs, and stick-ups

Now I'm in the rap game, hope my record sales pick up

Did a couple of shows, three videos

Fucked some new hoes, bought some new clothes

Ain't nothin' changed, still want ends

I still wanna chill with my friends, I still want the same black Benz

Until then, I'll rock a '87 blazer

Sometimes, I still pack a razor that'll phase ya

Not Fantasia, Phantasm and U.G.

Cella Dwellas from now to infinity

The federation: cream, Cristal, and piss styles

And thick gals with thick brows, stickin' individuals

For hundreds, .9 in your stomach, jewels, you run it

When I be clickin', pushin' rides with no ignition

The bend pulley, crews get bullied by my team

The infrared dot, the lead beam, some get steamed

Or blazed by the six-shooters, whips and hooters

I'm dippin' on scooters through the PJs

These days is trife, everyday life is bugged

So my clique stack quick slugs for the MAC one-one

Crews get sonned or gunned down like an OS

Wear armor on my chest to protect my flesh

From the young guns blastin' "Just to Get a Rep"

Like Guru, run up close-range with the two-two

Hit you with two and rip through your epidermis

Slugs hit your mug and burn like a furnace

(What's the deal?) Yo, the real is in front of your eyes

Rec-rec-rec-recognize and realize, kid, don't fantasize

(How you feel?) Son, chill, you're dealin' with real guys

Recognize and realize, kid, don't fantasize

(What's the deal?) Yo, the real is in front of your eyes

Rec-rec-recognize and realize, kid, don't fantasize

(How you feel?) Son, chill, you're dealin' with real guys

Rec-rec-recognize and realize—don't fantasize

Rec-rec-recognize and realize

Re-recognize and realize

Recognize and realize

D-don't-don't-don't fantasize

Written by: Alando Outlaw, Christopher Gerald, D. Smith, Nicholas Loizides

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