ProG - Holograms lyrics

[Hook: MF Doom] It's the beat, he hear it in his sleep sometimes It's the beat, he hear it in his sleep sometimes Blare it in your jeep so your peoples can stare at the rhymes It's the beat, not your everyday hologram [Verse 1: Zachary Wolves] Everytime I smoke I reach Nirvana I put peddle to floor, bout to put this pen to your mental Like Cobain with the double barrel (gunshot) These rappers shotty, and I got your girl sitting shotgun She gives me pump action while I grip the handle I'd never sell out myself for the profit I just sit in my room writing my concepts Trying to change my life for the better Cop my dad a 'Vette and pay off his debt with the cheddar I want the fettuccine with the five cheese Money in my pockets stain my Levi jeans Hit the gra** stains with the bleach, now they look like congress So f**ed up, got my questioning my confidence Soon I'll have the villa with the stained windows 'Cedes AMG, pull him in the new bimmer Lambos and Ferrari's, like Lenos garage Fast cars are filling up the parking lot Just leave one for the Bugatti I reserved that spot, chea [Hook 2: MF Doom] [Verse 2: Zachary Wolves] Off in the distance I see my dreams of the fame Looking up at the sky, watching the pigeons and planes I try not to wonder why, if the pigs feel the pain When I pick up the pen all my enemies afraid I'll never fire unless fired upon, rules of engagement And if they remained through the fire it must of rained on occasion Because if y'all diss me, expect me not to get jaded Because if y'all miss me, just know that I'm patient We move silent in cars that you would least expect to places They try to anticipate my movements but are always too late (Gun loading) Never correct, staying true to a movement, and I'm bringing the depth I used to rap in the basement, now my lyrics complex Leaving the people impressed like indentation And y'all are just followers that infected the Matrix I don't need anybody to tell me how to flex, or what to do next Step in my box homie and you're sure to get checked Just wanna get my family wealthy, like Thomas Shelby Peak me at the wrong time, leave you blinder than Hellen I spit rhymes for the truth man, but I'm getting tired These polititions taking bribes, fueling the liars When I go live it'll blow your top off, Budd Dwyer (Gunshot) [Outro: MF Doom] It's the beat, not your everyday hologram It's the beat, not your everyday hologram It's the beat, not your everyday hologram Even when ribs was touchin' never swallowed the ham He'd rather eat a sand sandwich salad It might need salt like your man's bland ballad A lot of stuff happens that the news won't tell yous Blues on L juice Snooze, all hell loose Rake it Take it like the good, the bad, the ugly Break it, rollin' through ya hood in the caddy buggy bu*ter softly, leather flossy, fatty juggy Always threw me off when she told me "Daddy funk me"