Released: September 12, 2008
Songwriter: Mac Miller Beedie
Producer: Buscrates
[Intro: [?] & Beedie]
(For the real hip-hip, for the—for the real hip-hop)
Let's keep it movin', that real hip-hop shit right here
(For the real hip-hop) Ill Spoken, How High: The Mixtape
Rated R, Diggz, [?] shit (For the real hip-hop, for—)
(For the real hip-hop, for the—) Uh
(For the—for the real hip-hop, I do it all for the real) Shit is fire right here
Can't forget [?] (For the real hip-hop, I said it's all for the real)
[?] Records (Ayo), DJ [?]
[Verse 1: Beedie]
'Cause I lived that lifestyle (What?)
Beedie growin' up a white child, still influenced by this hype sound
Through it, man, my life's foul
I'm like, "Wow—wow, can I—can I come—come—"
'Cause I lived that lifestyle (What?)
Beedie growin' up a white child, still influenced by this hype sound
And I been through it, man, my life's foul
I'm like, "Wow, how can I overcome what I'm right now?"
This is me, what you get is what you see
And if I cop a sip, I can get it back for free (Yeah)
I've been gettin' bags of tree, or that funky good shit (They call it kush)
Got a bitch choppin' bricks like woodchips (Ka-pow!)
Ooh, shit, that's my new shit
[?] 'cause I had to take two for my own usage
[?] like a train, no, a automobile
I keep earnin' up the high that I feel
You know the sea's filled with fish and some manatees (Uh)
They float by until the sharks come and grab they cheeks
That's how it be, I'm a man too, man, I bleed
So, can I breathe? And if I can't, then how can I be?
How can I be for the real?
[Chorus: Beedie & Mac Miller]
I'm for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop
I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop
I said it's all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop
I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop (Yeah), for the (Yeah)—for the real hip-hop, hip-hop
[Verse 2: Mac Miller & Beedie]
With a pad and a pen and the beat in my ears
If you ain't heard about us now, well, Easy is here (We here)
[?] posted up spittin' with some weed and a beer
So if you hatin', best believe it's my year (Year)
Fuck, it's my decade, no, it's my millennium
So any cat who talks shit to Mac, I make a mess of 'em (Haha)
Leave 'em as a pile of bones, a puddle of blood (Yo)
No gravestone (Uh), sweep his ass under the rug (Uh, goodbye)
[Verse 3: Beedie]
So what you tryna prove? Quit it 'fore it loses (Uh-huh)
Smoothest muhfucker at the spot, man, I'm too sick (Haha)
And hip-hop ain't gon' stop this music
Since I was a skinny muhfucker like a toothpick (I been here)
I'm so crack, I spit top, shit's hot
The flow so fire, I'm scared to get caught (Ha)
If I get caught, don't get into my [?]
I was tryna make a couple dollars, I ain't in the [?] (I get lots)
[Chorus: Beedie]
I'm for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop
I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop
I said it's all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop
I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop, hip-hop
[Verse 4: Mac Miller]
I got a crush on hip-hop, but I'm too afraid to tell a verse
It's like curves, makin' love to each and every letter
See, I hit in the back and we call it a capellas
Gettin' in and out quickly, but over beats is better (Yep)
'Cause I sever your man's head or his neck if he disrespect
Rap my love, this is true, I'm tryna be rich as heck (Chyeah)
Love a mansion and fast cars, bein' a rap star, weed in a glass jar
Blazin' these rap bars, y'all subpar, Madagascar, yeah, the king (What?)
You better not see me in the ring
'Cause I'm a deadly man with the mic in my hands
You pick a fight with my man, I'll leave you right where you stand
(You know that I love this rap) But sufferin' succotash
You think my punchlines are breakin' the punchin' bags
See, I'm ready, breakin' the gates, can't get enough hate
I love cake, so I'ma make it great, tell 'em Buscrates
[Chorus: Beedie]
I'm for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop
(Yeah, so you gon' muhfuckin' do about it?)
I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop
(The Ill Spoken, Beedie and Easy Mac)
I said it's all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop
(And whoever else, maybe [?], yeah)
I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop, hip-hop
(We do it for the real, uh)
(For the real hip-hip, for the—for the real hip-hop)
Let's keep it movin', that real hip-hop shit right here
(For the real hip-hop) Ill Spoken, How High: The Mixtape
Rated R, Diggz, [?] shit (For the real hip-hop, for—)
(For the real hip-hop, for the—) Uh
(For the—for the real hip-hop, I do it all for the real) Shit is fire right here
Can't forget [?] (For the real hip-hop, I said it's all for the real)
[?] Records (Ayo), DJ [?]
[Verse 1: Beedie]
'Cause I lived that lifestyle (What?)
Beedie growin' up a white child, still influenced by this hype sound
Through it, man, my life's foul
I'm like, "Wow—wow, can I—can I come—come—"
'Cause I lived that lifestyle (What?)
Beedie growin' up a white child, still influenced by this hype sound
And I been through it, man, my life's foul
I'm like, "Wow, how can I overcome what I'm right now?"
This is me, what you get is what you see
And if I cop a sip, I can get it back for free (Yeah)
I've been gettin' bags of tree, or that funky good shit (They call it kush)
Got a bitch choppin' bricks like woodchips (Ka-pow!)
Ooh, shit, that's my new shit
[?] 'cause I had to take two for my own usage
[?] like a train, no, a automobile
I keep earnin' up the high that I feel
You know the sea's filled with fish and some manatees (Uh)
They float by until the sharks come and grab they cheeks
That's how it be, I'm a man too, man, I bleed
So, can I breathe? And if I can't, then how can I be?
How can I be for the real?
[Chorus: Beedie & Mac Miller]
I'm for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop
I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop
I said it's all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop
I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop (Yeah), for the (Yeah)—for the real hip-hop, hip-hop
[Verse 2: Mac Miller & Beedie]
With a pad and a pen and the beat in my ears
If you ain't heard about us now, well, Easy is here (We here)
[?] posted up spittin' with some weed and a beer
So if you hatin', best believe it's my year (Year)
Fuck, it's my decade, no, it's my millennium
So any cat who talks shit to Mac, I make a mess of 'em (Haha)
Leave 'em as a pile of bones, a puddle of blood (Yo)
No gravestone (Uh), sweep his ass under the rug (Uh, goodbye)
[Verse 3: Beedie]
So what you tryna prove? Quit it 'fore it loses (Uh-huh)
Smoothest muhfucker at the spot, man, I'm too sick (Haha)
And hip-hop ain't gon' stop this music
Since I was a skinny muhfucker like a toothpick (I been here)
I'm so crack, I spit top, shit's hot
The flow so fire, I'm scared to get caught (Ha)
If I get caught, don't get into my [?]
I was tryna make a couple dollars, I ain't in the [?] (I get lots)
[Chorus: Beedie]
I'm for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop
I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop
I said it's all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop
I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop, hip-hop
[Verse 4: Mac Miller]
I got a crush on hip-hop, but I'm too afraid to tell a verse
It's like curves, makin' love to each and every letter
See, I hit in the back and we call it a capellas
Gettin' in and out quickly, but over beats is better (Yep)
'Cause I sever your man's head or his neck if he disrespect
Rap my love, this is true, I'm tryna be rich as heck (Chyeah)
Love a mansion and fast cars, bein' a rap star, weed in a glass jar
Blazin' these rap bars, y'all subpar, Madagascar, yeah, the king (What?)
You better not see me in the ring
'Cause I'm a deadly man with the mic in my hands
You pick a fight with my man, I'll leave you right where you stand
(You know that I love this rap) But sufferin' succotash
You think my punchlines are breakin' the punchin' bags
See, I'm ready, breakin' the gates, can't get enough hate
I love cake, so I'ma make it great, tell 'em Buscrates
[Chorus: Beedie]
I'm for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop
(Yeah, so you gon' muhfuckin' do about it?)
I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop
(The Ill Spoken, Beedie and Easy Mac)
I said it's all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop
(And whoever else, maybe [?], yeah)
I do it all for the real, for the real hip-hop, for the—for the real hip-hop, hip-hop
(We do it for the real, uh)
- How High: The EP (2008)
- How High: The Mixtape (2008)
- How High (Intro)
- Tryna Get Blazed
- I Am Legend
- Whatup Dilla
- Do It Again
- How Sick Am I
- Open Ya Eyes
- What It Is
- The Real
- Like Aaay!
- Know Bout That
- The Outro
- The Hold Up
- Gotcha Opin
- Bring It On
- Say Goodnight Freestyle
- Child’s Play Freestyle
- Same Old Shit
- The Ill Children
- Ain’t I Freestyle
- Can’t Go Wrong
- Hands Up