If You Only Knew Lyrics

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[Chali 2na]Never think just forShits and gigglesDo we spit
sylable riddlesFor bits and kibblesSo chics can wiggles and
shakeCause this image is fake[Akil]I'm tryin hard to
relateIn a place filled with so much hate[Soup]Some
brothers debateSome love or some hateWhatever the caseIts all about
the choices you makeThat's the reason your balloon'll
deflate[Chali 2na]But to relateWe tryin' to take rap back
to its primitive state, wait[Marc 7]No overnight success or
runnin' with vetsJust pure unadulterated work progressI'm willin' to bet
the farmYou'd give your right armFor a piece of the pieAsk yourself,
Why?[Chorus:][All]If you only knewThe trials
and tribulations we been throughBut if you only knewWe're real people
homey, just like youWe humble, but don't mistake us for some corny ass
crewWhat we do, is try to give you what you ain't used to[Marc
7]Soul music, somethin' we can all relate to[Akil]Yo
yo, I ams what I am and thats all I can beUh, no more no less what you're
seein' is meAkil the emcee dubbed the U-I-S-C, uhWise, intelligent, God
did bless me[Soup]Yes we, rock up off the S-B
freshlyEspecially dangerous rough and deadly[All]The pimp
positioner, tip the Richter...Scale[Chali 2na]Alone we sink
together we sail and prevailThe rum raisin comin through guns
blazin'Some of you duns runnin' ones with none savin'Complainin', me and
my clan are unscathenFrom the soul comes somethin'
amazin'[Chorus][talking in
background][Akil]Yo, how many times I got to hearSome
fanatic in my earTellin' me I got to keep it realWhen they ain't payin'
my billsOr feedin' my kids, judgin' me on how I liveIf my crib in the
hood or if its up in the hills?[Marc 7]Have you forgetten who
you are?Oh, you think yo a starWhy you frontin'? (You ain't
nothin')You went from nothin' to somethin'But somethin' means nothin' if
ya people still wantin'[Chali 2na]And ya got money and givin'
them nothin'[All]Flossin' and
frontin'[Soup]Ya game of sharadesThe way you
behaveThe image you saveYeah brother thats one big paradeI'm sick of
your waysI'm sittin here spittin a phraseNext time they smile and they
waveThey probably be with a gaze[Chorus][Marc
7]Soul..soul..soul..soul..soul