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