Necro - THE REAL REALITY lyrics

NTRO (Charles Manson): The parole board's a bunch of stupid bureaucrats men, who are laying up on the dollar bill: “Take that poison and… and… and die in that cell; or say you're full of sh** and we'll let you go.” You know?! So the parole board wants me to go in and count down to their reality and say that their reality is the real reality and my reality is really this stupid, dumb reality VERSE 1: Cut through you're flesh With sharp knives Blast you to d**h Laugh in You're face; I'm as trife As it gets When I said it, leave you to pa** Like archives Forget it, you better walk that stat When the berretta sparks, click clack Get back More pieces of you're grill Will be shot off; kid I keep it ill d**h rap mastery In crib bumpin Battery thumpin With anyone that has it in for me Dump a clip o' dum-dums in a dummy Then dump him in the dumpster I talk so much crazy sh** There's a chance You just might not believe me until I punch you In you're f**in face kid Face it I'ma have to demonstrate sh** Some demented hate sh** Then some young impressionable kid'll watch me and emulate it The cycle o' psychos never ends Malevolence Continues Through venues Ever since I got banned from knitting factory on wetlands CHORUS: Hustle Like a sicko ‘Cause I got money comin to me There's enough of it out there for Necro to snatch 50 Mill I won't stop ‘til I have it ‘Cause I'm ambitious And maliciously vicious Enough to k** Anyone in my way better move We came from nothing And now our foundation is strong I will rep my own sh** f** what you do You can't do what I do Gores of original so it's on VERSE 2: Jabbin you Or stabbin you up Pick one Grabbin you up Quick son Snuffed up Bucked up You a f**in victim Necro be the representative of Brooklyn, New York: that's where I live Gats to your rib Robbin you blindly Find me Back in the crib Chillin iller with a b**h That's willin and able to strip On the table for a villain with a goal I'm makin a million before 30 years old I keep sh** real when I step If my reputation's at stake No hesitation When I break faces Whippin out Razors Flippin out Logical psycho Necro Astronomical sicko The last of a dying breed I'm the master Of sick ba*tards I'm indeed Pump this loud ‘til you're eardrums burst My verse Comforts you like a tech during beef when ten cats step And they get mirked CHORUS