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 percentIt's intimate, I keeps the party moving like a imigrantBinary Star, superstar its no coincidenceEvery verse is intricate, this ain't a circus in a tentWe don't get down like them clowns and the kidsI'm use to being indegent, who said its all about the Benjamin's?I wanna fortune, I wanna make music and hit the lotteryFortunately my music is never wateryThat's how its gotta be, as far as I can seeMaybe you should grab a telescope to see my veiw its like astronomyIt aint all about economyso the fact that these wack emcees is making G's don't bother meHonestly, my number one policy is qualitynever sell my soul is my philosophyHigh velocity, lyrics like Nastradamus make a prophecyI told you cats a long time a go it ain't no stoppin' meI bomb your set that's not a threat its a promiseGot everybody ridin' on my wagon like the AmishBut still I never claim to be a big rap starSo no matter who you are its still Allah who act GodBetter believe this, most rappers can't achieve thisI'm bad to the bone but x-rays can't even see thisSee I'm strategic I letcha money talk bullshit walkWhile I keep it rollin' like parapalegicsWhoever's on the microphone let it be knownYou in danger, I got next(necks) like the Boston StranglerYou ain't never heard an emcee speak like thisAnd Rodney King ain't never felt a beat like thisVoice: (That is the Main theme)... scratching.. ( I wanna know something else)[Senim Silla]Get a grip on yourself cuz you ain't grippin minesLife and times, outta lies rap guys outta line careers I finalizecollide with this seranade cyanide you apply for Silla's highThe thing that makes killa's highHang 'em high by the gold link necktieAnd drain 'em dry into tempest eye now you ain't Godso you ain't that high wanna be aeronauticAnd get swatted for actin' flyMasterminds crafty rhymes, I'll rip from drafty linesthat chill spines like the Alpines, runnin up on some natural bindsA close encounter of the worst kindGo ask the cats that heard I'm lyrical turpentineWho wanna taste mine I gotta carry hill on the wastelineGod give the bassline so let the phlegm flyI survive seven-five through the M-ine, when I forcefully JediOn the wooze I red-eye, heads fly bet I, sharpshoot dead-eyeSnooze crews bed bye, Mary lou flippin' I pistol pump grippinI stompin, I semper-fi represent, temper high, signifyWalkin round ain't nothin similarLike a Gemini, in this perimeter sublimin-ieCats be cut dry more why I wet guysI be rainin precipitation 'til it's one inch your neck highLess fly kids misguide, without an alibiWho said you rap tight? You come unraveled bySlice of this rap scalpel, guys quick as apple pieI'm learned in old schools of thought and shit you baffled byConceptual intellectual fireslideSilla oxide rhymes flow like a rockslideyou musta forgot I, have your ass knockneed and *****eyedBruised, battered, broken up, walkin, cut dipped in peroxideDeath to the Pop Fly( I usualy don't do request numbers)... scratching..( unless of course I have been asked to do so)...
