Shanequa:I been sleepin' wit yo man, beyotch! *insert two finger snaps for good measure*
Ranaenae:Oh no you did not!
Shanequa:Oh yes I did, bitch! Whatchu gonna do about it?
Ranaenae:I gonna keep it real, you chickenhead.
*insert some low-class rap and a "pimped out" low rider.*
---===15 minutes later===---
Ranaenae shows up at Shanequa's abode in her worn out Cutlass Supreme carring a wooden baseball bat and a half-empty carton of eggs. First, she smashes out the front window of Shanequa's car, and proceeds to cake both the car and house with the eggs. Moments later, police arive on the scene to find Ranaenae scrawling something on Shanequa's house with black spraypaint. The then arrest her, throw her in their cruiser, and take her down to the police station. Ranaenae then claims police brutality and is released, so as promote good relations with the public.
you: is that why you live in L.A. and London, drive a convertible and wear shades indoors, have an obscene amount of money and sleep with models whilst snorting cocaine, yet contrive to find time to go and see your 'old mates' in the slum you escaped from in which they are still living?
Example 2: At work, I might wear a suit and tie, but if I come in on weekends, I keep it real with baggy jeans and a hoodie.
Example 3: Who the fuck pays $50 for a cab from the airport? I keep it real and just take the bus.
Example 4: Some gora was complaining about the smell of my dal in the microwave. But I keep it real and eat the same shit I eat at home.
"You want a fight, Poindexter??"
"No way, I just like to Keep I.T. Real. Maybe try googling it instead?"
Passer: wonder if god exsists
Puffer: fuck god, keep it real, im high as shit