The Real Reality

Lyrics

[Sample: Charlie Manson] The parole board's a bunch of stupid bureaucrats, man, who are laying up on the dollar bill. "Take that poison and… and… and die in that cell or say you're full of shit and we'll let you go." You know?! So the parole board wants me to go in and kowtow to their reality and say that their reality is the real reality and my reality is really this stupid, dumb reality [Verse 1: Necro] Cut through your flesh with sharp knives Blast you to death, laugh in your face I'm as trife as it gets When I said it, leave you to pass, like archives Forget it, you better walk that stat When the Beretta sparks, click clack, get back More pieces of your grill Will be shot off, kid, I keep it ill Death rap mastery In crib bumping, battery thumping 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 shit There's a chance you just might not believe me Until I punch you in you're fucking face, kid Face it, I'mma have to demonstrate shit Some demented hate shit Then some young impressionable kid'll watch me and emulate it The cycle of psychos never ends Malevolence continues through venues Ever since I got banned from knitting factory on wetlands [Hook: Necro] Hustle like a sicko 'Cause I got money coming 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 kill Anyone in my way better move We came from nothing And now our foundation is strong I will rep my own shit Fuck what you do You can't do what I do Gores of original so it's on [Verse 2: Necro] Jabbing you or stabbing you up Pick one, grabbing you up, quick, son Snuffed up, bucked up You a fucking victim Necro be the representative of Brooklyn, New York That's where I live Gats to your rib Robbing you blindly Find me back in the crib Chilling iller with a bitch That's willing and able to strip On the table for a villain with a goal I'm making a million before 30 years old I keep shit real when I step If my reputation's at stake No hesitation When I break faces Whipping out razors Flipping out Logical+Psycho- Necro Astronomical sicko The last of a dying breed I'm the master of sick bastards I'm indeed Pump this loud till your eardrums burst My verse comforts you like a TEC during beef when ten cats step And they get merked [Hook: Necro]