Reality Check

[Intro] (I have a request tonight...when you hear this..that is the introduction) Scratching....(do you love pianos?) [OneBeLo] This is how I represent, I rock the mic 110 percent It's intimate, I keeps the party movin' like an immigrant Binary Star, superstar, it's no coincidence Every verse is intricate, this ain't a circus in a tent We don't get down like them clown and the kids I'm used to being indigent, who said it's all about the Benjamins? I want a fortune, I wanna make music and hit the lottery Fortunately, my music is never watery That's how it's gotta be as far as I can see Maybe you should grab a telescope to see my view, it's like astronomy It ain't all about economy So the fact that all these wack emcees is making G's don't bother me Honestly, my number one policy is quality Never sell my soul is my philosophy High velocity, lyrics like Nostrodamus makin' prophecy I told you cats a long time ago it ain't no stoppin' me I bomb your set: that's not a threat, it's a promise Got everybody ridin' on my wagon like the Amish But still I never claim to be a big rap star Cause no matter who you are, it's still Allahu Akbar Better believe this, most rappers can't achieve this I'm bad to the bone but X-rays can't even see this See I'm strategic, I letcha money talk, bullshit walk While I keep it rollin' like paraplegics Whoever's on the microphone, let it be known You in danger, I got next like the Boston Strangler You ain't never heard an emcee speak like this And Rodney King ain't never felt a beat like this Voice: (That is the Main theme)... scratching.. ( I'm gonna do something else) [Senim Silla] Get a grip on yourself cuz you ain't grippin mines Life and times, idolize rap guys outta line careers I finalize Collide with this seranade cyanide you've applied for Silla-cide The thing that makes killa's hide Hang 'em high by they gold link necktie And drain 'em dry enter temper sty now you ain't Ki So you ain't that high wanna be aeronautic Then get swatted for actin' fly Mastermines crafty rhymes, Ill wind from drafty lines That chill spines like the Alpines, runnin up on senim turbines A close encounter of the worst kind Go ask the cats that heard I'm lyrical turpentine Who wanna taste mine I carry hell on the waistline God's gift to bassline so let the phlegm fly I semi 75 through the MI, when I forcefully Jedi In a bullseye red-eye, heads fly bet I, sharpshoot dead-eye Snooze crews bed bye, Mary lou flippin' I paper punk rippin I stompin, I semper-fi represent, temper I, signified Walkin rhyme ain't nothin similar Or Gemini, or in this perimeter cept him and i? Cats be cut dry, I'm a wild wet guy I be rainin precipitation 'til it's one inch from neck-high Arrest fly kids mid-sky, without an alibi Who said you rap tight? You come unraveled by Slice of this rap scalpel, as quick as apple pie I'm learned in all schools of thought and shit you baffled by Conceptual intellectual fox sly Silla oxide rhymes flow like a rockslide You must've forgot I'd, slap your ass knockneed and cockeyed Bruised, battered, broken up, open cut, dipped in peroxide Death to the Pop Fly ( I usually don't do request numbers)... scratching ( unless of course I have been asked to do so)