Текст песни Binary Star - Reality Check
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[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 imigrant Binary Star, superstar its no coincidence Every 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 economy so the fact that these wack emcees is making G`s don`t bother meHonestly, my number one policy is quality never sell my soul is my philosophyHigh velocity, lyrics like Nastradamus make a prophecy I 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 star So 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 mines Life 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 aeronautic And 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 cockeyedBruised, 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)...