Binary Star - Reality Check lyrics

(Intro) (I have a request tonight... when you hear this… that is the introduction) scratching.... (Do you love pianos?) (One Man Army) This is how I represent I rock the mic 110 percent It's intimate, I keeps the party moving like a immigrant Binary Star, superstar its no coincidence Every verse is intricate, this ain't a circus in a tent We don't get down like them clown syndicates I'm 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 That's how it's gotta be, as far as I can see Maybe you should grab a telescope to see my view its like astronomy It ain't all about economy so the fact that these wack emcees is making G's don't 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 ain't no stoppin' me I bomb your set that's 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 can't achieve this I'm bad to the bone but x-rays can't even see this See I'm strategic I letcha money talk bullsh**, walk While I keep it rollin' like paraplegics Whoever's on the microphone let it be known You in danger, I got next(necks) like the Boston Strangler You ain't never heard an emcee speak like this And Rodney King ain't 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 ain't grippin mines Life and times, outta lies rap guys outta line careers I finalize collide with this serenade cyanide you've applied for Silla's high The thing that makes k**a's high Hang 'em high by the gold link necktie And drain 'em dry into tempest eye now you ain't God so you ain't that high wanna be aeronautic And get swatted for actin' fly Masterminds crafty rhymes, I'll 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 I'm lyrical turpentine Who wanna taste mine? I carry hill on the waste line God give the ba** 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 ain't nothin' similar Like a Gemini, in this perimeter sublimin-ie Cats be cut dry, I'm a wild wet guy I be rainin' precipitation 'til it's one inch from neck high Less fly kids misguide, without an alibi Who said you rap tight? You come unraveled by Slice of this rap scalpel, guys quick as apple pie I'm learned in old schools of thought and sh** you baffled by Conceptual intellectual fire slide Silla oxide rhymes flow like a rock slide you musta forgot I, slap your a** knockneed and co*keyed Bruised, battered, broken up, open cut dipped in peroxide d**h to the Pop Fly (I usually don't do request numbers)... scratching.. (Unless of course I have been asked to do so)...