Binary Star Reality Check Lyrics

Reality Check Lyrics

[Intro]



(I have a request tonite...when you here this..that is the introduction)



scratching....(do you love pianos?) 







[Tekniq]



This is how I represent I rock the mic 110 percent



It's intimate, I keeps the party moving like a imigrant



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 clowns and the kids



I'm use to being indegent, who said its all about the Benjamin's?



I wanna fortune, I wanna make music and hit the lottery



Fortunately my music is never watery



That's how its gotta be, as far as I can see



Maybe you should grab a telescope to see my veiw its like astronomy



It aint 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 Nastradamus make a prophecy 



I told you cats a long time a go 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 



So no matter who you are its still Allah who act God



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 bullshit walk



While I keep it rollin' like parapalegics



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 know something
else)







[Senim Silla]



Get a grip on yourself cuz you ain't grippin mines 



Life and times, outta lies rap guys outta line careers I finalize



collide with this seranade cyanide you apply for Silla's high



The thing that makes killa'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 gotta carry hill on the wasteline



God give the bassline 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 pistol 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 more why I wet guys



I be rainin precipitation 'til it's one inch your 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 shit you baffled by



Conceptual intellectual fireslide



Silla oxide rhymes flow like a rockslide



you musta forgot I, have your ass knockneed and cockeyed



Bruised, battered, broken up, walkin, cut dipped in peroxide



Death to the Pop Fly







( I usualy don't do request numbers)... scratching..



( unless of course I have been asked to do so)...