DJ Premier - Reality Check lyrics

[Verse 1] Monotony is not me, I'm too hot to laundry Get to know me, hip hop's Mahatma Ghandi Confidentally, do it so nonchalantly And the reality of the threats gotta rep like Dondi Old school, check it, I'm black and blondie Respect tongue, you better ask your uncle and aunties I go ballerina on 'em when we meet 'em on the corner With Adidas and diplomas, I'm seeing it's over When the screen rolls, photographic with Premo With cats stabbing, sitting back, waiting to steamroll A G's still feeling emcees flow A mean look really doesn't matter to me though A sweet hook, gotta make it look like Kareem's throw The dream took thirteen years for the single But now it's official, upon is a fierce steer on the road ANd obody is getting in with no security codes [Hook: scratching] Grab the mic, I'll show you how to do it right The way I get down the way I sound This is hip hop Take it back [Verse 2] Yeah, yo, we sat back, an*lyzed without participation These wack cats fantasized about the situation Patient as if we were waiting for visitation Blatant and perputrating, collaborating with Satan Conversating, anticipating without incriminating to blame We feeling the pain, in tactic discriminating the name That's why it's such a damn shame We rep the timeframe when it originally came For the two props, back to suede pumas and tubesocks Graffiti writers rocking trains scoping the rooftops Blasphemy, raps like gats cause catastrophe Verbal Threat connects likes like Keithy E and Waxmaster C From the Queen blocks, epidemics rolling up on us We represented in front of bodeagas, jumped on corners Mentality set, money to salary, skep Verbal Threat and DJ Premier, the reality check [Hook] [Verse 3] I had to prove them straight, do 'em like in 2nd grade Sit 'em down and try to school them while the record plays I went over math and then I read my resume By the time I finished cla** in the 11th grade I was raised by sideway hats, blacks and parks By the place they filmed Baywatch with Ha**elhoff Days were thugged out, cats laughed you off If a rapper slash actor's raps was soft [Verse 4] I was fueled by the old school writers, I got busy Rocking pieces on the handbuilt court, New York City A lot of beef, crews rolls with bats and mace If that's the case, catchphrase the gats for waste Chased by jakes, slipped out the fire escape Raising heart rate, verbally k**ing every bar break Reality check, Verbal Threat, originality Wishing to change up the game, not for the salary [Hook]