Nothing Iz Real

Lyrics

[Intro: Termanology] Yea! M-Will Termanology Nothing is real This whole rap game Shit is all fake Whack rappers and whack bitches And these fake politicians, yo! [Verse 1: Termanology] So what's the deal, There's nothing that's real It's all appearance Which is what they call spirits Casting spells on the realist Hookers be catching feelings And feeling like you the menace All up in your business, trying to be fussy and jealous I learned myself, don't trust no one else Especially when she tell you there ain't nobody else Because she prolly tell, everyone she meet that It's just a way to keep your best trust and believe that If your perceived as a person that they see whack And everybody know you lie about your D pass That you a sucka, and mothafuckas can see that Part of the reason I'm bringing your LP back Rap dudes, fake bitches, and politicians They all the same, they turn snake for minor digits If you don't mind a [?] your life could all be a fiction No story and wind up on a list that shits kind of fitting [Chorus: Zero 7] Do you believe? In what you see? (I don't believe that) Motionless wheel (I don't believe that) Nothing is real (I don't believe that) Do you believe? In what you see? (I don't believe that) Motionless wheel (I don't believe that) Nothing is real (Nothing is real) [Verse 2: Termanology] And as for these rappers None of this shit is real Cars rented jewels rented They borrow and steal 50 percent of rappers still living back at moms 20 percent of rappers still living behind bars 90 percent of rappers is broke and never blow The other 10 are real They hustle and slang coke It's all a big hoax Most rappers have big hopes But never see big doe It's all a big joke Tears on they face But they ain't killing nothing Trying to make you scared Like niggas is real or something This ain't a horror movie But it's just as fake Though its horrific when you think of the musical state No Pumas and breaks Emcees moving to place Just dudes that are fake Trying to be cool that they ain't You abusing this great Music with tunes you create Studio goons into place Wish I can shoot at your face [Chorus: Zero 7] [Verse 3 - Termanology] Ayo taxes Why you think there's different kind of brackets Some people get money And put it under they mattress Some people are funny Like they rich and they above me But I'm laughing at these yuppies Like Pac spitting at cameras Looking at my people's eyes Struggling to beat the odds These politicians buy new stations and camera time Fox News, CNN, and Channel 5 They all telling lies Whatever they fantasize I look into the eyes Of these politicians Take advantage of our women Keep em standing in positions Where they pay for babysitting Trying to make a living But it costs so much To go to school they never finish You can say it's all a business Or the government is tripping But If we don't wanna listen There's no way that we could switch it I could see all this vivid shit That some people are missing Homie, don't you get it twisted None of this shit is real None of this shit is real