Iz He 4 Real
Redman Lyrics


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Somebody light the fuse so I can bring bad news
To all these crews who can't NBA Jam with the shoes
That double shot Hennessy got my mind trippin'
Drunk enough to start a campaign on ass kickin'
With my nigga Keith who give assists like Scott Pippen
For MC derelict whippin, cap or cock twistin
Drop your money in the slot if your block don't got
A real representer cocked for action like my block got
Rhyme skills three and a quarter for them drop tops
Your caliber, straight up pussy who pop Glocks
While I kick facts react on funky tracks
Give me room like the Hyatt while I run this jungle habitat
And if I snap get that monkey off my back
Me and mic's together roll tighter than Slick and Vance Wright
Toast to the real MCs that can feel me
And if your bitch ain't jumpin now then later on she will be
All these weak punk MC's kill me
They don't thrill me, come to Jerz and get Jacked like Jill G





Hoo, ha ("Iz he for real he can't be")

Overall Meaning

In Redman's song "Iz He 4 Real", he starts by saying "Somebody light the fuse so I can bring bad news, to all these crews who can't NBA Jam with the shoes". This line is an allusion to the video game NBA Jam, in which players could dunk from unrealistically far distances. Redman is saying that he's going to bring bad news to those who can't keep up with his talents, just like not being able to keep up with the game.


He goes on to talk about drinking Hennessy, which has him tripping in a way that makes him want to start a campaign on ass-kicking. He talks about his friend Keith, who is capable of assisting him in his rapping, and together they are capable of whipping up a great performance. He also states that his block is always ready for action, and if any other block doesn't have similarly-prepared representatives, they're as good as unprepared.


Redman's confidence in his rapping abilities is apparent throughout the song. He's aware of his own caliber and insultingly refers to anyone who's not on his level as a "straight up pussy who pop Glocks". The song ends with an invitation to real MCs to acknowledge him, mockingly mentioning that if your girlfriend isn't impressed now, she will be later.


Line by Line Meaning

Somebody light the fuse so I can bring bad news
I need some inspiration to drop some sick rhymes and diss all these weak rappers


To all these crews who can't NBA Jam with the shoes
I'm better at rapping than all these guys who can't even beat me in video games


That double shot Hennessy got my mind trippin'
I'm feeling pretty drunk off this Hennessy and my thoughts are getting wild


Drunk enough to start a campaign on ass kickin'
I'm so drunk that I want to start a movement to beat up all these weak rappers


With my nigga Keith who give assists like Scott Pippen
My friend Keith is a great collaborator in rapping, always providing great support like Scottie Pippen in basketball


For MC derelict whippin, cap or cock twistin
We're here to take down other rappers who don't measure up, by any means necessary


Drop your money in the slot if your block don't got
If your neighborhood doesn't have any real rappers, then you better start investing in me


A real representer cocked for action like my block got
I'm ready for whatever anyone throws my way, and my neighborhood is just as ready


Rhyme skills three and a quarter for them drop tops
I've got lyrical skills to show off, especially when I'm driving in a convertible


Your caliber, straight up pussy who pop Glocks
You are all weak and fake, pretending to be tough by holding guns


While I kick facts react on funky tracks
I rap about truth and reality over funky music


Give me room like the Hyatt while I run this jungle habitat
I need my space to dominate while I rap, like a king in his jungle


And if I snap get that monkey off my back
If I lose my cool, I need someone to help me calm down and focus on my music


Me and mic's together roll tighter than Slick and Vance Wright
My relationship with the microphone is tight, like the bond between famous duo Slick Rick and Vance Wright


Toast to the real MCs that can feel me
I pay respect to those who can appreciate real, genuine rap music


And if your bitch ain't jumpin now then later on she will be
If your girlfriend doesn't like my music now, she definitely will be feeling it in the future


All these weak punk MC's kill me
I can't stand these lousy, talent-less rappers


They don't thrill me, come to Jerz and get Jacked like Jill G
They don't excite me or impress me, if they come to my home state New Jersey, they will get robbed or beaten like Jill G


Hoo, ha ("Iz he for real he can't be")
People wonder if I'm really as good as I claim to be, but they will find out soon enough




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JIMMY GRAY, TARIK L. COLLINS, MALIK SMART, KENYATTA SAUNDERS, AHMIR K. THOMPSON, REGGIE NOBLE, ERICK S. SERMON, PAUL HENDRICKS, JAHMAL BUSH, JACK MCNAIR, BARRETT POWELL, SEAN PRICE, DASHAWN JAMAL YATES

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