Reality Lyrics

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YodaGee Thank you, brother

It's your boy, Krook

Heh heh

Mad at the world

Cuz I think the world is mad at me

I'm in my own zone

See, this is my reality

This is my reality

I'm in my own zone

See, this is my reality

Mad at the world

Cuz I think the world is mad at me

I'm in my own zone

See, this is my reality

This is my reality

I'm in my own zone

See, this is my reality

Mad at the world

Cuz I think the world is mad at me

Sorry I ain't the man you want me to be

Just the man I had to be

Gotta keep it G till the day that I die

Perfect murder consists of an alibi and a homicide

Visionary got me strummin' to the drumline

Do the crime, you do the time

Pretty sure that I've done mine

Sometimes there come times that combine and compress

These dumb rhymes in two lines by design

A default subliminal symbolism designed by the Occult

Before you open your door, suggest you check your peephole

See if there's any people consumed by the evil

Maybe powder, maybe needle, daily dose of somethin lethal

Now as that blunt rolled up, got a cup full of liquor

Ride around town with my finger on the trigger

Sicker than your average, they label me a savage

A menace to society, the one that do the damage

Mad at the world

Cuz I think the world is mad at me

I'm in my own zone

See, this is my reality

This is my reality

I'm in my own zone

This is my reality

Mad at the world

Cuz I think the world is mad at me

I'm in my own zone

See, this is my reality

Now I'm in the talk of my shit

This is my reality

My time to say what the fuck I want

This is my reality

True to my roots, 10 toes down in state boots

You see they loot and they plunder

They wonder why the fuck we shoot the small business

Only fed up

your local vendors harassed

by a racist ass, Karen with no class

And hair up they ass

Whole country built off immigration

What's the point of borders

Go pay more money and stop actin' like you can't afford us

Fuck what you told us

And fuck all of your phony reporters

Startin' to think that I'm the true man

So all you do is record us and warn us

about us obvious calamity

After the fact, Em and Tom proof

That you can be mad at the world

And you don't have to be black

That you can rap and it's cool, bro

That you ain't got to be wack

So you a tough guy, huh

Even tough guys can get whacked

Tough guys can get jacked

Tough guys can get smacked

By a lotta other tough guys

So stop with that tough guy act

Man, where all you, you tough guys at

Krook

Mad at the world

Cause I think the world is mad at me

I'm in my own zone

See, this is my reality

This is my reality

I'm in my own zone

See, this is my reality

Mad at the world

Cause I think the world is mad at me

I'm in my own zone

See, this is my reality

This is my reality

I'm in my own zone

See, this is my reality

A YodaGee

Your boy Krook

Thank you

For the opportunity

Darkside

Mama, we made it

YodaGee on the beat