Reality Check (feat. One Be Lo & Senim Silla)

(Intro)
(I have a request tonight... when you hear this… that is the introduction)
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(One Man Army)
This is how I represent I rock the mic 110 percent
Its intimate, I keeps the party moving like a immigrant
Binary Star, superstar its no coincidence
Every verse is intricate, this aint a circus in a tent
We dont get down like them clown syndicates
Im used to being indigent, who said its all about the Benjamins?
I want a fortune, I wanna make music and hit the lottery
Fortunately my music is never watery
Thats how its gotta be, as far as I can see
Maybe you should grab a telescope to see my view its like astronomy
It aint all about economy
so the fact that these wack emcees is making Gs dont bother me
Honestly, my number one policy is quality
never sell my soul is my philosophy
High velocity, lyrics like Nostradamus make a prophecy
I told you cats a long time ago it aint no stoppin me
I bomb your set thats 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
Cause no matter who you are its still Allahu Akbar
Better believe this, most rappers cant achieve this
Im bad to the bone but x-rays cant even see this
See Im strategic I letcha money talk * *******, walk
While I keep it rollin like paraplegics
Whoevers on the microphone let it be known
You in danger, I got next(necks)like the Boston Strangler
You aint never heard an emcee speak like this
And Rodney King aint never felt a beat like this
Voice: (That is the Main theme)... scratching.. ( I wanna do something else)
(Senim Silla)
Get a grip on yourself cause you aint grippin mines
Life and times, outta lies rap guys outta line careers I finalize
collide with this serenade cyanide youve applied for Sillas high
The thing that makes killas high
Hang em high by the gold link necktie
And drain em dry into tempest eye now you aint God
so you aint that high wanna be aeronautic
And get swatted for actin fly
Masterminds crafty rhymes, Ill 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 Im lyrical turpentine
Who wanna taste mine? I carry hill on the waste line
God give the bass line 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 paper pump grippin
I stompin, I semper-fi represent, temper high, signify
Walkin round aint nothin similar
Like a Gemini, in this perimeter sublimin-ie
Cats be cut dry, Im a wild wet guy
I be rainin precipitation til its one inch from neck high
Less fly kids misguide, without an alibi
Who said you rap tight? You comeunraveled by
Slice of this rap scalpel, guys quick as apple pie
Im learned in old schools of thought and **** you baffled by
Conceptual intellectual fire slide
Silla oxide rhymes flow like a rock slide
you musta forgot I, slap your ass knockneed and cockeyed
Bruised, battered, broken up, open cut dipped in peroxide
Death to the Pop Fly
(I usually dont do request numbers) ... scratching..
(Unless of course I have been asked to do so)...