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Binary Star - Reality Check lyrics
[Intro] (I have a request tonite...when you here this..that is the introduction) scratching....(do you love pianos?) [Tekniq] This is how I represent I rock the mic 110 percent It's intimate, I keeps the party moving like a imigrant Binary Star, superstar its no coincidence Every verse is intricate, this ain't a circus in a tent We don't get down like them clowns and the kids I'm use to being indegent, who said its all about the Benjamin's? I wanna fortune, I wanna make music and hit the lottery Fortunately my music is never watery That's how its gotta be, as far as I can see Maybe you should grab a telescope to see my veiw its like astronomy It aint all about economy so the fact that these wack emcees is making G's don't bother me Honestly, my number one policy is quality never sell my soul is my philosophy High velocity, lyrics like Nastradamus make a prophecy I told you cats a long time a go it ain't no stoppin' me I bomb your set that's not a threat its a promise Got everybody ridin' on my wagon like the Amish But still I never claim to be a big rap star So no matter who you are its still Allah who act God Better believe this, most rappers can't achieve this I'm bad to the bone but x-rays can't even see this See I'm strategic I letcha money talk bullshit walk While I keep it rollin' like parapalegics Whoever's on the microphone let it be known You in danger, I got next(necks) like the Boston Strangler You ain't never heard an emcee speak like this And Rodney King ain't never felt a beat like this Voice: (That is the Main theme)... scratching.. ( I wanna know something else) [Senim Silla] Get a grip on yourself cuz you ain't grippin mines Life and times, outta lies rap guys outta line careers I finalize collide with this seranade cyanide you apply for Silla's high The thing that makes killa's high Hang 'em high by the gold link necktie And drain 'em dry into tempest eye now you ain't God so you ain't that high wanna be aeronautic And get swatted for actin' fly Masterminds crafty rhymes, I'll rip from drafty lines that chill spines like the Alpines, runnin up on some natural binds A close encounter of the worst kind Go ask the cats that heard I'm lyrical turpentine Who wanna taste mine I gotta carry hill on the wasteline God give the bassline so let the phlegm fly I survive seven-five through the M-ine, when I forcefully Jedi On the wooze I red-eye, heads fly bet I, sharpshoot dead-eye Snooze crews bed bye, Mary lou flippin' I pistol pump grippin I stompin, I semper-fi represent, temper high, signify Walkin round ain't nothin similar Like a Gemini, in this perimeter sublimin-ie Cats be cut dry more why I wet guys I be rainin precipitation 'til it's one inch your neck high Less fly kids misguide, without an alibi Who said you rap tight? You come unraveled by Slice of this rap scalpel, guys quick as apple pie I'm learned in old schools of thought and shit you baffled by Conceptual intellectual fireslide Silla oxide rhymes flow like a rockslide you musta forgot I, have your ass knockneed and cockeyed Bruised, battered, broken up, walkin, cut dipped in peroxide Death to the Pop Fly ( I usualy don't do request numbers)... scratching.. ( unless of course I have been asked to do so)... |
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