SonReal is a young and independent artist from Vancouver, B.C. Canada. With… Read Full Bio ↴SonReal is a young and independent artist from Vancouver, B.C. Canada. With his humbling attitude and social awareness, SonReal brings a distinctive quality to the Hip-Hop genre. His mature self-understanding compels him to create a unique perspective contrary to the stereo-typical urban artist. His lyrics reflect real life issues, addressing topics such as poverty, education and social acceptance. Live instrumentals combined with natural vocal talent provide harmony and set SonReal apart from the average rapper.

His sophomore album, “Good Morning” appeals to a wide demographic as songs cover genres ranging from Rock and Alternative to Soul, Hip-Hop and R&B. The acoustic track, “Oh My” adds a completely new dimension, evolving the Hip-Hop sound into new territory. Composers from all over the world including Paris, Holland, Montreal, Toronto and New York blend the sounds creating not just listening enjoyment but a musical experience.

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SonReal Lyrics

Uh, yeah yeah
Woo, ha
Woo, aye

They told me things like, uh, "Go get a job"
I told them things like, uh, "Go, go fuck off"
I'm cool kid to these cool kids, I lead my own parade
'Cause this new shit I drop right now gon' make your fuckin' day
I got shit to lose just like a plumber
Locked down like Ye for three summers

Locked down like DMX when he peel out
Vroom vroom, you know I'm the only real out
First try, no warm up with no diploma
I used to drive to Kelowna, get booed like a fuckin' loner
'Cause I was scared of myself and I showed it to everybody
This go out to anybody who yelling, "We ready, Sonny" like
Ready, ready, ready

What's up? What's up? What's up?
First try, no warm up
What's up? What's up? What's up?
First try, no warm up
What's up? What's up? What's up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

They told me things like, uh, "Go back to school"
I told them things like, uh, "I fucking rule"
I'm Quim Cardona first try
I'm David Blaine on mushrooms
So this shit right here, this gon' make me levitate right 'bove you
I get higher than Peter Pan going skydiving
I can't miss, so I'm plotting with my five iron
Vancouver raised a boy to a man
From a hundred dollar show to a couple hundred grand
I write my music like a twelve year old who's sitting in the stands
'Cause that twelve year old was me when I was looking for my dad like
Chicka-bow-wow, chicka-bow-wow, run it
So if you see me walking, come and say, "What's up" to Sonny like
Run it, run it, run it

What's up? What's up? What's up?
First try, no warm up
What's up? What's up? What's up?
First try, no warm up
What's up? What's up? What's up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

Yeah
Hot damn, why you looking at me?
I been beaming like I just went pro (woo, woo)
You can act like you running the show
But since I came here, man, I just don't know (woo, woo)
Mama told me, "Don't break no rules"
'Less you're planning on doing it first try, uh
I dedicate this song right here to anybody yelling, "Free yo mind" (woo, woo)
Run it, run it, run it

What's up? What's up? What's up?
First try, no warm up
What's up? What's up? What's up?
First try, no warm up
What's up? What's up? What's up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Written by: Aaron Hoffman, Joey Resly, Lisa Scinta, Nadir Khayat, Rachid Aziz

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