[Verse 1]
Have you ever seen a white rapping rastaman
Who’s against tha Babylon system and its rules
Who don’t deal with no fools, represent a new school
Triggers him na pull, never give up, always act cool
He has an international respect, remember that
Russians are for real and it’s a proven fact
Step back, you don’t need no trouble with us
We ain’t no gangsters, but we’ve got connections
You don’t need no prove, use your imagination
We fight for recreation of peace, so please
Pay attention to my voice, cause this is for the streets
Take your seats, listen to my lyrics, listen to my beats
Than shake your ass and move your feet
Cause it’s hip-hop, baby, and we loving it
And if you like that shit and it’s sweet to your ear
Then put your fist in the air and let me here

[Hook]
Rap for real
It ain’t about money, it’s all about skills
Rap for real
It ain’t about money, it’s all about skills
Rap for real
It ain’t about money, it’s all about skills
Rap for real
It ain’t about money, it’s all about skills
[Verse 2]
Like a wild lion, searching for my way to Zion
Through Earth, water and fire
Moving with style I smile
Even then I’m tired after passing thousand miles
Inspired by desire to win the war
War against our only enemy the Babylon
I’m the alien, born on the planet Earth
I’m cursed by my rap game and only God knows the cost
I’m the most respectable youngster
Undisputed rap champion plus I’m rasta
I ain’t no gangster, I repeat why?
Because still I can make you cry
So lick a pussy, boy, you na wanna fuck with I‘n’I
Back up or me gonna shoot in your motherfucking blood eye
See me style, so crazy, so wild
I’n’I play with the rhyme like a child

[Hook]
Rap for real
It ain’t about money, it’s all about skills
Rap for real
It ain’t about money, it’s all about skills
Rap for real
It ain’t about money, it’s all about skills
Rap for real
It ain’t about money, it’s all about skills, son