Necro - The Real Reality lyrics

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 shit 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

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 shit
There’s a chance you just
Might not believe me
Until I punch you in you’re fucking face kid
Face it, I’mma have to demonstrate shit
Some demented hate shit
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

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 shit fuck what you do
You can’t do what I do
Gores of original so it’s on

Jabbing you or stabbing you up
Pick one, grabbing you up, quick son
Snuffed up, bucked up you a fucking 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 bitch
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 shit 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 bastards 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

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 shit fuck what you do
You can’t do what I do
Gores of original so it’s on