[Single Edit Intro: Fresh]
My name's Fresh, I made "Real-ion", you know the deal-ion
Got a big boy slang, rhymes higher than a hill-ion
I big up my n***a Shizz, big up my boy (Napper)
And everybody repping it for straight up real-ion
Yeah, so we're doing it
Fresh right now
Big up Spider B on production for this one
Straight up Real-ion
Big up all the mandem repping
This one's big, you get me?
Big slang on the roads
Right now, so we're doing it

[Chorus: Fresh]
My n****s all real-ion, draw for the steel-ion
Boy get peel-ion, I wanna make a million
Fuck that, n***a, want a house on the hill-ion
Boy, chat shit, you get bun on a real-ion
So my n****s all real-ion, draw for the steel-ion
Boy get peel-ion, I wanna make a million
Fuck that, n***a, want a house on the hill-ion
Boy, chat shit, you get bun on a real-ion

[Verse 1: Flirta D]
And I murk spots like Clearasil-ion
The nine mill-ion in your grill-ion make you see
Clear as steel-ion, cold like a reptilian
Ah, for real-ion? You know the deal-ion
MC Flirta D is too real-ion (legend)
I'm in it for the dough and the squillions
I've got flows by the millions and the trillions
Come again? Got flows by the fucking millions
[Verse 2: Remerdee]
I spit hot like a magnum steel-ion
Don't like rules 'cause I keep it real-ion
Do what I want how I want when I feel-ion
Come against me, that's more than silly-on
(Suicide!) [?] straight Nigerian
Cold blood in my veins like reptilian
6 foot 5, stand tall like hill-ion
(Essentials!) Switch flows like a chameleon

[Verse 3: Jme]
Hello, everybody, it's Jme from Meridian (serious!)
Old school like Sycho Sid-ion
Don't try take me for no idiot
You'll get left in the alley like a bin-ion
Making dough like P Diddy-on
You're just struggling for fifty quid-ion
I'ma be [?]
You're shit, quick-quick for real-ion

[Verse 4: Shizzle]
When I'm with the gyal dem, return to di stallion
Foot pon shoulder, doggy styl-ion
Fat pum pum get kill-ion, nine mill steel-ion
Got the heat there, never chill-ion
Like a hole in the wall, pussy get a drill-ion
Orgasm, can't stay still-ion, hot like a grill-ion
Came more times than Lilian
Gave her the ting, AKA will-ion
[Verse 5: Spider B]
OK, it's the S to the Pillion, I to the Dillion
E to the R dot Billion
And I'm worth more than a million
Soon I'm gonna be worth more than a billion pounds
Because I'm gonna be worth a trillion
So you better recognise real
Before you get sparked in your grill-ion
Two-time bang-bang
Lights out, fake brehs get taken out, what?

[Verse 6: Lethal Bizzle]
So, what's the deal-ion? Don't wanna see this flow make a million
N****s tryna stop me but you know they must be sill-ion
.45, nine mill, no, it's not prett-ion
So you better kick back in my opinion, yeah
So, n***a, you better chill
Or you'll see the hollow tips all up in your grill
No, it's not a rebore, yeah, my shit is real
You will see the nine mill to your grill

[Verse 7: Soljah Kid AKA So Large]
Soljah Kid, I'm militant
Shot bars, strap bars, soon make a million
Mob your set and ask you what's the deal-ion
Feel free to come with your freestyl-ion
I'll get ten out of ten, you'll get nil-ion
Champion sound, don't care for your opinion
Not Snoop Dogg so I don't say -izzle
Fresh and end every bar with -ilion
[Verse 8: Ryder]
Myself, Rydilion
Murk waste guys, like a million
In my left hand I've got a fill-ion, my right hand's got a nine mill-ion
Smoke with both on the real-ion, so
Ruff Ryder, are you sill-ion?
Ask you girl what's the deal-ion?
Man in the ends watch-ilion
I've lost count how many
I think it's about one million

[Verse 9: Napper]
I can kick ball, I've got bare skill-ion
Got bare skill-ion like a Brazilian
[?] from civilian
New club record, seventeen million
Don't care about garage just like William
Like Fresh, I want a house on the hill-ion
[?]
Not friends with the Old Bill-ion

[Verse 10: Babycham]
I'm Brilliant A dot Billion
Y dot C-ilion but I'm not a silly one
Like Fresh, I rise higher than a hill-ion
Aim that I turn my thousands to million
Venues? Filling them; soundboys? Killing them
Eight bars? Feeling 'em, yeah, that's real-ion
I've got the skill-ion to make my life brilliant
In this millennium, that's why I'm on "Real-ion"

[Verse 11: Neeko]
Killer, killer, yeah, that's real-ion
I've got a nine mill, not nine million
Bare face, [?] killers, they're sick of 'em
N****s chat shit, hollow tips start filling 'em
Bring any soundboy, I'ma keep killing 'em
One, two, three, four, I'ma get rid of 'em
What, you've got a strap? So, what's the deal-ion?
Oi, cuz, buss that steel-ion

[Verse 12: Skitz 9]
Right now, Skitz move sly on the real-ion
Better still-ion, I'll put the shank to your belly
And I'll put the shank through your neck [?] and take a billion
I'll have a squillion, a couple billion
Skitz 9 [?]
Blacked out bally, dark boy, black like medallion
This time move with gazillion
Got me stashing the mash and it's not a long ting-ion

[Outro: Fresh]
Yeah
So we're doing it
Big up all the mandem that just repped for my slang
Straight up real-ion, big ting on the roads, you see it?
Myself Fresh, big up Shizzle, big up Napper
Big up Spider B on production
It's all real-ion this year
OK