Reality

[Intro]

Every move you make is your own

Yours and yours alone

Every move you make is of your own accord

Never put into question

Who it is in control of what you do or who you are

With that being said, I present to you...

[Verse 1: MRA]

The black Cadillac of rap

Accompanied by the modern sax and the musical rat pack

But don't clap

Time to disconnect

Time to rearrange

Time to disrespect

The ref of common steps

To common lives time to 85

Instead of 86

Time for individuals to pry into the mix

If you don't understand then take this

Take a sip then scream this

[Hook]

We'll be real to the fucking death

'Til the bullets hit our chest

We on deck and we do the damn thing respect

To the high my nigga no lie

I'm too live

I'll be high from 95

'Til barack is idolized

Skydive and drive it

Message to the pilot

My nigga it's show time

[Bridge: Ax]

(I fancy me a fantasy

To help escape reality

Where there's no we

It's only me

The man in which you hope to see)x2

[Verse 2: MRA]

So it's back to the business

Put me on the front line

Rocking with a free mind

With my defenses

Left them defenseless

We'll never feel the pain we senseless

Bitches trynna take control

But we on a roll

Niggas trynna troll

Reach for your soul

But it's futile our styles

Are on a new pile

Exile screaming beaming

School these heathens

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3: MRA (Black Genesis)]

And we'll be doing this forever

Got the crowds brains looking like pillows without the feathers

No need to try and warn me join me

Since I was born see

They tried to storm me

Tried to cut me off

But they forgot my thorns G

Tried to feed me scraps

Well your nig still hungry

Tried to crowd your boy

But they forgot my army

And we starving

Food ain't solving the problem

We awesome

SSE the Sick Spitting Eon son

It's starting up and you can't stop 'em

Screaming real shit ears popping

[Hook]x2