(verse 1)
I got a savage flow, so don't try to test me
you'll find out: I'm not your average Joe, like Pesci
the game is sick like Magic so prose don't stress me
I control crowds like referees especially
with the rest of the Levis next to me it's so foul
live evil, turn the Nile into Bile, steel into style,
skill into vials of lethal substance
but you expose your child to violent people, so what's with
the accusations?
Focusing on this matrix placed us within the hands of Satan
trying to escape illusions we make
when delusions replace
real viewings which we achieve in dreamscapes,
pursuing escape from this obscene state of confusion
meaning imagination gets smashed by laziness
since the public loves dumbness, why kill yourself making crazy shit?
i see crowds lose their minds over rhymes with a baby's wits
inarticulate artificial shit they spit lately makes me sick!

(hook)
some people write about facts that are real
some people might act in ways they think that you'll feel
me, I'd rather chill
still, the world turns like fortune's tragic wheel
hot enough to even scorch a man of steel
some people explain their experience
some people stay insane or delirious
what we say to the curious
is pimped for luxurious lifestyles, it's type foul
but the jury-is still out, 'cause real life requires realness

(verse 2)
Like Beanie Sigel said, everything is real already
including ideas, that why thoughts are called heavy
when they carry weight that make you break em down like a Chevy
or a Ford, and we go towards the Lord when we're ready
and we worship God because He/Her/It creates us
in the image of Itself, thus empowering us to make up
things we snatch from dreams, but when we wake up we take stuff
back into the material realm and make it shape up
but we're actually scared of shakeups
to avoid earthquakes we stay in ruts, as if that could save us
So is it all about a rapper's flavor? Do I even have to say 'word'?
Should I? Is what I'm hearing even worth the paper
of the contract that enslaved ya to your major?
I'm underground and struggling, so you say I'm a hater
I'll say you're straight garbage, you don't deserve fame,
I wish you'd try to talk shit, I'd turn your name into a crater

(hook)
some people write about facts that are real
some people might act in ways they think that you'll feel
me, I'd rather chill
still, the world turns like fortune's tragic wheel
hot enough to even scorch a man of steel
some people explain their experience
some people stay insane or delirious
what we say to the curious
is pimped for luxurious lifestyles, it's type foul
but the jury-is still out, 'cause real life requires realness

(verse 3)
What we read and write confuses; do our movements work as planned?
it's been greed and strife, abuses, since us humans first could stand
it might seem like life is useless as we're cruelly murked, but fam,
even the speed of light reduces as the universe expands!
What we speak in spite refuses to just lose its hurtful brand
so we bleed and fight, ruthless, proving who's the worst man
and our screams and frightened cruises through this ruined earth's lands
are a secret rite, producing crueler, murderous hands
on the street, the plight is rooted in the sewers, turf is damp
and the creeps and shifes that's putrid do this ghoulish circle dance
while the demons delight in ruinous acts of doom, eternally damned
we all weep and bite our blue lips, while pursuing purple grams
but don't seek to right misuses of our earnings and lands
can we see this blighted ruse or construe it as circumstance?
I believe excitement moves through my music, work, and fans
so I think of giant huge shit, then do it with words like Bam!

(hook)
some people write about facts that are real
some people might act in ways they think that you'll feel
me, I'd rather chill
still, the world turns like fortune's tragic wheel
hot enough to even scorch a man of steel
some people explain their experience
some people stay insane or delirious
what we say to the curious
is pimped for luxurious lifestyles, it's type foul
but the jury-is still out, 'cause real life requires realness