Supastition - Reality Check lyrics

We got a beautiful crowd
In here tonight, hah, uh
(turn me up now) ladies and gentlemen
I'd like to thank you for
Joining me on this journey
(back again for the first time)
Splitting Image (new album)
I just wanna get one thing out
Of the way real quick (talk to 'em)
This is not a Supastition album
(it's Kam Moye)
Leave your expectations at the door
(that's right)
This is something new, Khrysis

I still dwell in the same residence
But in a better place spiritually
Really not concerned if my peers
Can mirror me lyrically
That's straight schoolboy foolery
(fanboy discussions)


The universe is soon to see
How Kam Moye is hustling
No fifty cent dollars but proud
Of everything that I've done
Ironically these young bucks
I'm a far cry from
I'm cut from a different cloth
None of it is fabricated
Matter of fact don't label it an album
It's an affidavit
Come on field, refuse to lose a step
These labels handing out raw deals
Like a sushi chef (oh that's cold)
I used to wait for them labels
To cake and break me off
To hell with paper chasing
I'm just letting nature take it's course
When my winning streak was colder
Than a whore's heart
I had to step up to the plate
And knock 'em out the ball park
Those who don't fool with the music
Still know the dude smart
Peep the way I divided my
Career into two parts
I went from my parent's hand to Paris, France
From a bedroom studio to Stuttgart
I'm grinding homie
I know what time has shown me
Like Malcolm in Mecca
Oh this is my defining moment
I had to switch it up, fix it up
Bust a U turn sharp did a three-sixty
Found my own lane like an Earnhardt
Never bending off like Hasselhoff in a Camaro
But, I'm coming back with everything
Lock, stock and barrel, like what?

I'm so ready for whatever that comes
They say your big shot, big break
You only get one
But, I choose to disagree, I have only begun
They tried to tell me that
It couldn't be done
So I gave 'em a reality check
It's a reality check
Don't be afraid of what I say
It's a reality check it's a reality check
Homie you got to respect
That I don't sugar coat
I'm handing out reality checks

Welcome to the new chapter
The RSM crew captain
Keeping you clapping whose rapping from
The depths of his heart
I wanna touch people's souls
I don't know what you after
But, you have to admit that Kam
He be repping it hard and best of all
Half-stepping ain't in my repertoire
Me and this south-inclined mouth of
Mine will never part
+Wrestle+ with pride but I'm still
Outspoken as Jimmy Hart in this day and age
Rappers want dollars for their penny thoughts
This game is so competitive like Duke and UNC
I'm feeling like Martin Luther lost in the?
They compensate beautiful but it
Ruins you and me
They say that the true emcee
Nowadays is like a truancy
Them act stupid for money
Fools should be unexcused
People are losing faith
I'mma take 'em Sunday school
Put on the Sunday shoes
Lace 'em up comfortably
Cause we gotta put a stop to this monkey see
Monkey do i spit the ugly truth the
Way their drunken uncles do
When this revolution start we gon' see
What kind of punk are you
Before I choose to set
My generation back y'all
I'd rather take a few purple bruises
Or just get black balled
Brother what? They can't shut me up
You keep your lips like
Your cardigan sweater
Both of them shit's is button up
My words make you fear or gather respect
But this is what some people need
It's a reality check from Kam Moye y'all

It's candy Kam y'all