Boom Boom Satellites - Your Reality's A Fantasy But Your Fantasy Is k**ing Me lyrics

Come on and get some I wanna bust and blow What you want? Is it real? Is it real? What you want, what you want, what you want? Well, I swear you could take it there Blind eyes, sky Like you be high Superfly Why, oh why? You say you can't die, can't get in Come on and get some Is it real? Is it real? Is it real? What you want? What you want? What you want? Come on Color of dead Looks like your future is history Why you diss in me Ain't no mystery On the outside peekin' in End of your freeride No way you can win Beginnin' of the end Of my liberal friends who pretend Everything's changed But ain't nuttin changed much Uhh this is Chuck Stays to the left of negro To the right of n***a Just black be where my mind is at sh**, where the rest of my cats? High trees catch a lot of wind my friend My sh**'s in a bind Fine line between aware and blind You don't mind they don't mind Some of them ain't got a mind Mind over matter, I don't mind And you don't matter Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is k**ing me Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is k**ing me Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is k**ing me Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is k**ing me I flock to refugees Who flock to me Who am I, Chuck D The roots the coup And kick aside the genocide and the juice Y'all don't know Comedians actors nuclear reactors Players and ballplayers Singers dancers and rhyme sayers Why do us like you do, Why do us like you do? Ska doo f** da residue Frustrated 5 on 2S No breaks for madd crews Now who the f** is you, who the f** is you? I'm sick of you Community hoses Who posin as moses In street clothist Who be the closest who blows it Every rhyme be for the future of mankind Y'all don't know this Crazy heads cuttin' off the dreads Ruin health Wit no knowledge of self Incommin' taxes break in backs off a blacks Who dome 400 years in this abyss? So I piss Y'all don't know this Every rhyme be for the future of mankind Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is k**ing me Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is k**ing me Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is k**ing me Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is k**ing me k**ing me, k**ing me, k**ing me Is it real, is it real? What you want, what you want... Some things in the air When the smoke clears Will it only be white folks and black jokes How many be gone If they bomb barbershops and hair salons Time to dot com Before they rub out clubs Where you get your drink on Mother father sister bro Love is the message But war be on the front page In this mess-age Ghetto celebs spread by the hundred Macked by the same tactics With us in a tundra It be goin' under Avoidin' cries from sodomized society Scary, ya'll Scary getting screwed without a dictionary Shouldn't scare me, shouldn't scare me Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is k**ing me Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is k**ing me Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is k**ing me Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is k**ing me Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is k**ing me Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is k**ing me Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is k**ing me Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is k**ing me