Reality T.V.

[Verse: Black Thought]

Yo

I'm having trouble at the crib

I'm going at it with my baby mother where I live

While the soldiers bleed, the economy recede

And all she want to watch is reality TV

Well, for us, Real Life is Strange Love

Some behavior, I couldn't figure the Flavor

Dropped out of Charm School when she fell in Love with New York

And love money

That's what I'm not made of

I bought a membership to the Celebrity Fit Club

To see if I could stand a Real Chance with this love

It don't make sense, the way she try to turn A G To A Gent

Don't need Tough Love, don't get it mixed up

I was one of them Wildboyz, Shooting for Sizemore

She was a little live jawn watching The Osbournes

The Best Week Ever had her goin' for broke like Eddie Griffin

Or Danny Bonaduce, but nope, she never listened

When I drop a Super Sweet 16

Daydreamin of becoming Miss Rap Supreme

Or maybe Making a Band, but bring your guns out

Sing your lungs out

Move out like Daddy's Girls out of Run's House

But that's Against All Odds

Pick-Up Artists might try to come Pimp Your Ride

Real as Real Housewives Of Atlanta

Yeah it's real outside

It ain't like an episode of College Hill outside

Whether it be For The Love of the Payday

Or for the love of trying to have a baby for Ray J

The most modest model on Project Runway

She wanna be Kimora livin' Life In The Fab Lane

And change her last name, and since Gotti's Way was passé

She watched Salt N Pepa and Celeb Rehab day

That's all she talk about at the café

I swear to God, it drove me to drink about a half a carafe, hey

My head's so spinning

I'm so through with women

Who watch reruns of The Real World with dinner

And Kim Kardashian, moms and Bruce Jenner

And Three 6 Mafia show, and Jerry Springer

Scott Baio, 46 and Knocked Up

I'd rather see The First 48 or Locked Up

Instead, it's just a Nanny 911, I'm Trading Spouses

Extreme Makeover, she re-arranged the couches

Now she keep changing outfits

I'm 'bout to have to get at Dr. Phil to do something about this

The house not fresh, she not Top Chef

I tell her Viva La Bam and she tell me not yet

Watching Crib,s lookin' at shit she never gon' get

America's Best Dance move, she tryin' to do the step

'Bout to do her like Beyonce and tell her "to the left"

Truth be told, she's bout to television me to death

YO!

[Outro: M.O.P. sample]

"Deal wit' it, muthafucka!

All day – real wit' it, muthafucka!

Deal wit' it, muthafucka!

All – day – real wit it, muh--"