Reality lyrics

[Male voice:]Remember I told you when you started...The guys who last in this business... are the guys who fly straightBut the guys who want it all, chicas, champagne, flash...They don't last[Intro:][Crayon:] Yo Rock?[Rock:] Yo what up son?[Crayon:] You know we the last ones left right?[Rock:] Yeah man, everybody falling off, mainstream, underground manit's crazy[Crayon:] So you ready to do this?[Rock:] Yeah we got to man, know what I'm sayin, gotta show 'em how real Hip-Hop is made man[Crayon:] No doubt, no doubt[Rock:] So let me get up on the mic real fast, show 'em how it's done man[Crayon:] Uhn huh[Rock:] Check it out[Woman voice: Crayon and Rock are the Longshots][Rock Shabazz/l]You portrayThe loudest gunfire with great aimMovie-like that snipes anybody on sightI see, psychos and youngens that's bustin and plugginWith no aim so children gets maimed and slainCatch one in they brainsYou talk aboutHardcore dons holding it down behind the wallsRunnin the yard, doin they bidI
see, brothers corrupted that's lost in the systemForgotten, treated like pigsCryin cause they missin they kidsYou talk aboutPimps and macks with chicks in packsGoing rawdog laying broads on they backsI see,plenty STD's and HIVAn aids epidemic leads to R.I.PYou talk aboutNiggaz who caught five or nine from forty-fives and ninesSurvived to brag in their rhymesI know, niggaz who caught one and died or lodged in they spineNow they paralyzed with sores wishing they could walk[Hook: Rock Shabazz]So what's reality?Truth distortion for a salaryMaking the songs that revolve around the worldSpit reality raps, but in actual factA stereotypical trapFrom which you never come backSo all my real niggaz (yeah!)If you still with us (What!)Don't feel you gotta front like you peel triggersCan't believe it even if I see it under my eyes cause in realityIn this city the realest niggaz never survive[Crayon:]While these rappers got they beef cookingThey'll never see bookingsThey probably two-waying ea
ch other when nobody's lookingThey probably laughing how these younger kids is dyingThey probably fascinated by the products they be buyingLying, on the radioMoney in an envelopeSaying you tired of that weak shit but you still play it thoughWell I'm the antidoteCrayon's the cannibalBringing a sledge hammer to your muthafuckin cantalopeSo called drug czarsSpit bars, switch carsUse they rep to fuck video broadsYoung ones wanna blow up just to show upThe same lifestyle B-E-T trying to show usBut this the hold upLongtime comingBig change, switch namesLongshots gunninLift chains, take ringsAll ya'll runningSpit game , new thang for all ya'll fronting[Hook][Male voice:]And if you think we gon bury you with diamonds and shit onyou got another thing coming[Crayon:]When the music stops all these fads go out of styleA bunch of single mothers play dads for fatherless childsCrooked fingers throwing sets reppin blocks to be proudBut when it all go down what happens when nobody gets foundW
ho gives a "F" about a crown when nobody is leftThe greatest is dead that's why they still bootlegging his bestNiggaz like Feds get gangstas and murderers glorifiedBut when they get indicted they the first to testifyTell me why you only show respect to a criminalWhen you hit 'em off with checks the only time he's feeling youBehind bars all these thugs turn homosexualBut when they released to streets somehow they feel they better youWhy every rapper out got the same life story?By now its more than obvious somebody's a phonyWe the last one and only real EmceesFrom the class sent before me, will it change we'll see[Hook][Female sings:]No!You won't believe the things I've seenLife on the streets can be so coldThey lose their minds and sell their soulsIt's still a mystery to meYou won't believe the things I've seenThis life ain't nothing but a dream