The Real Reality lyrics

by

Necro


[Sample: Charlie Manson]
The parole board’s a bunch of stupid bureaucrats men, who are laying up on the dollar bill. “Take that poison and… and… and die in that cell or say you’re full of sh*t and we’ll let you go.” You know?! So the parole board wants me to go in and count down 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 sh*t
There’s a chance you just might not believe me
Until I punch you in you’re f*cking face kid
Face it, I’mma have to demonstrate sh*t
Some demented hate sh*t
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 sh*t
f*ck 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 f*cking 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 b*tch
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 sh*t 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 bast*rds
I’m indeed
Pump this loud till your eardrums burst
My verse comforts you like a tech during beef when ten cats step
And they get merked
[Hook: Necro]
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