Graphik - The Expectations of Reality lyrics

Delano: “Do you see it yet?” Jai: “See what, Mr. ‘Visual Learner'? You see everything I don't.” Delano: “The way forward. It's right there. That's not it either…” [Verse: No Idols] Tried living life like I'm 30, I'm getting jaded Tried to be collegiate, but no, I am never faded Try to force a smile so that everyone sees elated In my persona, I own ya, no doubt that I'm gonna save it I'm hearing 'Life's a b**h', well, show me, I never met her yet Fire from my lips like I'm smoking a f**ing cigarette You can have the green, just know I'm holding the vinaigrette Hostage, like a monster, with a gun and a bayonet I'm trying eat as if I got no f**ing silverware Truth or Dare, get all the women out of their underwear Trying to cover up the entrance like a portière But, I'm coming in (and) breaking sh**, bull and some chinaware I'm not a player, I don't crush a lot Cause I got a million other rappers tryna' steal the sk** that I got Okay, Hyperboles are not my best feature I ain't playing when I say I never listen to the reapers, sh** Mom's working nights but she's making it to the interstate Dad is never home, so his breakfast is on his dinner plate Here am I, seeking college payment from the head of state Trying to get a crib with a bridge as large as the Golden Gate Don't wait till I'm in a pine box to show me love Cause being real's the only thing that I dreamed of Remember me as I am, not what I become As long as I live my purpose, man, that's enough [Verse: GQ] With my heart on my sleeve, I'll hand you my feelings And while things were heating up, I was frozen, preserved for minutes Living life as if I was only an average n***a Wanna be part of the game, while I move like an action figure, but go figure We all needed an extra hand to guide us What happens when God shows us the reason why he'll blight us Because of vanity, but part of my casualties' forgetting security Forgive me for having a dream and expecting more of reality, cause I'm trying to live my life like Hugh Hefner I'll be well off, that's why I partnered up with my brethren Picking apart every sentencing And with depth cause my messaging is the truth I need to show my mother her son's gon' probably be bigger than Godzilla And it's not because my dick's dragging I quit slacking Been on the verge to making sh** happen Straight out the dungeons of hip-hop I'll never quit rapping As long as I'm breathing My career just took a quick nap and I'm back like I was a verbal a**a**in I'm hoping these a**hole's verses are more than words and hyperboles Words to me, I'll be calling the shots from now to eternity Clap for the way that I mastered this art cause rap is my dream I'll leave you intrigued, I'm rapping for me So pardon me please I'm dying of hunger No need to worry, no need to wonder My voice amongst the ba** Is known as fornication with meaning It's probably why Mediocrity is haunting me [Verse: Graphik] Consider this an epilogue, I'm upper echelon I'm dropping Kamikaze bombs, you know what I be on One mic and one spliff, you know that I be gone They let Graphinity in the booth, go ring the alarm And he's coming strong to say that They cannot hold me, nobody can hold me Holy moley, when I step to the court They shun me like Kobe I was trying to be Jordan, but more important Is the fact that who came before him was boring I'm breathing new meaning They see him that's foreign But I promise to deliver that real Told my uncle, I'll take that deal, could give a f** how you feel Made that lane switch while you doing the same sh** It's repetitive ain't it? I relish in your anguish I'm on a tier that's unknown, a style they can't clone Used to being on my own Always far from my home but always within my zone Understand that I'm the man and f** whoever don't condone [Outro: No Idols] Is this really it? All the efforts of my penmanship I've done more than sit here and rhyme sentences Perhaps I should given more emphasis I said I've done more than sit here and rhyme sentences I made a Supper's Ready, come and get your Genesis Life is just a paragraph and d**h is no parenthesis We worry less about our d**hs and worry more about out messages Is it sad to say that I've given up on reality? Cause everybody new is just stealing originality Or is our minds stuck on the physicality of being good The likelihood of us being misunderstood Is deafening, enemies heckling The product we're taking from other artists, Unsettling I've had enough of dealing with liars I'm wishing they all retire, or meet with the witches fire upon a stake, questioning