Lunar C - Reality Check (beat by Pete Cannon) | Текст песни

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• Reality Check (beat by Pete Cannon)

Now, it has been given to us

Having a conscience is a weakness when the enemies you have dont
Sometimes you gotta stoop to their level to be in control
So even if I got to beg steal or borrow
I'll do what I need to do to get to see tomorrow
Some have eyes in the back of their head
But some people are blind so it has to be fed(?)
If you think you'll get by just by having respect
Well this is your reality check, mutha fucka

Yo,
There's no one I consider as my equal
Find me on twitter starting a race war against white people,
I'm not racist or fascist
What is homophobic
Who the fuck's afraid of a f*ggot?

Maybe I shoulda been a stain on mattress
Instead of raised as a bastard
and left to play in the traffic
These cocky amateurs must be sniffin' a (dungy bat(?))
They're on my dick I'm so fuckin' sick of these copy cats

I've got callouses on my thumbs from zippin' up body bags
I lied if I said I do regret my actions
I'm through with temper tantrums
decided to shoot a (peff? to mansions(???))
choose some sket some random
fuck 'em my q(?) was held for ransom

I need to succeed failures my worst comprehendin'
And I don't mean to brag I know it sounds condescendin'
But they know I'm puttin' 'em to shame they should stop pretendin'
I'm the only one goin' in like a (____(?))

Having a conscience is a weakness when the enemies you have dont
Sometimes you gotta stoop to their level to be in control
So even if I got to beg steal or borrow
I'll do what I need to do to get to see tomorrow
Some have eyes in the back of their head
But some people are blind so it has to be fed(?)
If you think you'll get by just by having respect
Well this is your reality check, mutha fucka

Some of these dudes act like this shit is a fuckin' fashion show
They'll get toe (tapped(?)) for trespassing in my battle zone
Cross (mo'(?)) lookin' like a steam from a dragon's nose
Eyes like camel toes
Great by the barrel (hole(?))

I don't know why all these kids are copyin' me
I've got no swag I just wear whatever the sponsors give me
The (squallor's(?)) is shifty
Rich kids showin' off is risky
They'll get left to slum it in the squat with diddly squat it's grizzly

Nothin' pretty 'bout the way we livin'
Tryina play the system
It's a struggle just stayin' driven

I want fans but I don't want to hear the hate and dissin'
I wanna get high but I don't want to pay for piff n'
I wanna fuck bitches but I don't wanna wake up with 'em

You feel out everything and put it down to try to (level(?))
I don't have the patience and time and effort to play with these kids
Like a child molester with a violent temper

Having a conscience is a weakness when the enemies you have dont
Sometimes you gotta stoop to their level to be in control
So even if I got to beg steal or borrow
I'll do what I need to do to get to see tomorrow
Some have eyes in the back of their head
But some people are blind so it has to be fed(?)
If you think you'll get by just by having respect
Well this is your reality check, mutha fucka
+fucka fucka fucka fucka
This is your reality che-che-check

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This is your reality che-che-check

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