Tyler Butler - Reality lyrics

[Intro] Every move you make is your own Yours and yours alone Every move you make is of your own accord Never put into question Who it is in control of what you do or who you are With that being said, I present to you... [Verse 1: MRA] The black Cadillac of rap Accompanied by the modern sax and the musical rat pack But don't clap Time to disconnect Time to rearrange Time to disrespect The ref of common steps To common lives time to 85 Instead of 86 Time for individuals to pry into the mix If you don't understand then take this Take a sip then scream this [Hook] We'll be real to the f**ing d**h 'Til the bullets hit our chest We on deck and we do the damn thing respect To the high my n***a no lie I'm too live I'll be high from 95 'Til barack is idolized Skydive and drive it Message to the pilot My n***a it's show time [Bridge: Ax] (I fancy me a fantasy To help escape reality Where there's no we It's only me The man in which you hope to see)x2 [Verse 2: MRA] So it's back to the business Put me on the front line Rocking with a free mind With my defenses Left them defenseless We'll never feel the pain we senseless b**hes trynna take control But we on a roll n***as trynna troll Reach for your soul But it's futile our styles Are on a new pile Exile screaming beaming School these heathens [Hook] [Bridge] [Verse 3: MRA (Black Genesis)] And we'll be doing this forever Got the crowds brains looking like pillows without the feathers No need to try and warn me join me Since I was born see They tried to storm me Tried to cut me off But they forgot my thorns G Tried to feed me scraps Well your nig still hungry Tried to crowd your boy But they forgot my army And we starving Food ain't solving the problem We awesome SSE the Sick Spitting Eon son It's starting up and you can't stop 'em Screaming real sh** ears popping [Hook]x2